IT'S BEEN A HOT MINUTE SINCE SOMEONE FLIRTED WITH ME AND THERE WASN'T A COUNTER DISPLAYING DONUTS BETWEEN US.
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[ 4.13 ]
Willow's eyes were closed as she spoke slowly and carefully. "I implore you, Neisa, blessed goddess of chance and fortune, heed my call. Send to me the heart I desire."
Kitty and Xander shared a suspicious look before looking back at Willow. "You know, magic at the poker table qualifies as cheating."
Willow, Xander, Anya, and Kitty were sitting around the coffee table in the basement, playing poker. Seeing as watching TV still sort of hurt Kitty's head, teaching her to gamble was an alternate pastime. The witch of the group decided that she needed a little help for the next round, and Xander was contemplating kicking her out of the game for it.
"That wasn't magic. I was praying," Willow insisted. Then she nodded to the stack of cards on the table. "Two, please."
Xander dealt her the cards, and then Anya went. "Five."
"Ahn, I keep telling you four's the max and only if you have an ace," Xander explained.
"Okay, four," she said.
Xander gave her a look. "Let's see the ace.
"Three," Anya said with a sigh. "What a stupid game. All these rules just to win little plastic disks."
"Chips. They're called chips. They represent money," he told her.
"But we don't have money," Kitty muttered. She was in the same boat as Anya, unfamiliar with the game for the most part. "Not much money, at least."
"Right," Xander said, nodding. "Since none of us has any money, it represents money. But that's gonna change once my merchandise hits the street."
Willow took the cue as Xander gave them inviting looks, wanting them to ask about his merchandise. "Hmm! Wha'cha got in the boxes, drugs?" she asked, looking at the many boxes stacked in the corner. Then she looked at him more sternly. "It's not drugs, is it, Xander?"
"G says I can't be friends with people that do drugs," Kitty informed him.
"Not drugs," Xander said with an eye roll. Then he got up and grabbed one of the boxes. "You are looking at the new local distributor for Boost Bars. The natural food bar that provides a nutritional energy boost for active, health-conscious people. Want one?"
"No, thanks. Those things usually taste... kind of tasteless," Willow said. "And then leave a bad after-tastelessness."
Xander pulled out a bar and pointed at the label. "Well, don't let the healthy scare you. Check out these ingredients. See? Loaded with fatty goodness."
"Is this one of those pyramid schemes?" Kitty asked, tilting her head. "That Watcher Wesley told me about them and their annoying salespeople. Like Avon and Tupperware. Are you the Avon lady of bad candy bars?"
