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Giles lifted his head from his hands and said one word, "Supplies."

Spike passed Giles his second bottle of wine of the evening and cracked open his second box of the same.

Wes looked at him, with the bleary eyes of concern and a full liver. "We've been drinking all day."

Anya took her own new bottle from the Giles family boxed souvenier of the winelands tasting trip. "It was part of the gift with purchase." She tried to look of the bright side of football death. "And the purchase prices were very reasonable,"

Spike fanged open his latest bottle and drained it in one. "Been drinking since last week. He looked up. "Do you blame me? Bloody Heskey. Bloody shit formation. Bloody bottling it."

All four looked at the pitch, at each other, and sighed, "After that, never."