Jossverse Drabbles Challenge: Work

by Red Wolf

Dawn was fast realising that she had a lot to learn when it came to male obsessions.

Michael was even more of a Star Wars nut than Andrew. She only wished that their current conversation — about the number of janitorial staff required to keep the Death Star running — wasn't killing off brain cells she needed for important information, like remembering her own name.

Looking around the warehouse she spotted Spike examining an Ankor demon funereal urn, a PDA-wielding woman trailing in his wake like a love-struck puppy.

Dawn chuckled, feeling that she'd got the better deal on assistants after all.