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"Spike what are you doing here?" Dawn asked.
"I came to steal some berber weed, it goes great with blood. Makes it all spicy," Spike explained.
"We were just going to do some research, if you'd care to man the counter while we work I'll give you a bag free and a carton of smokes," Giles offered.
"I don't know if it'll taste the same if it's not stolen, but I'll give it a try. How do you run the counter anyway?" Spike asked, clearly bored and wanting something to do.
"Pretend the customer is someone you want to spend time around, who you are glad to see and convince them to buy things they don't need," Xander explained.
"So basically lie and swindle?" Spike asked, brightening considerably.
"That's the hallmark of retail," Dawn agreed.
"Excellent! This I know how to do. If there was a spot of violence and some blood involved this would be a dream job," Spike declared.
"I'll get you a mug of blood," Giles headed for the back room.
"No more than a minute in the microwave and remember the berber!" Spike called back. "Now if there was a bit of a brouhaha involved I'd call this a good day."
"The average counter person lasts around a week and a half before something kills them around here," Xander said. "So if an evil demon comes in; beat them unconscious, roll them for cash and then kill them in the back alley."
The group left a very happy Spike manning the counter.
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