summer_of_giles | FIC: Scotch Strife (gen) PG-13

Rated PG-13 for drunken Giles.
Summary: Giles ponders, inebriated.
Characters: Just Giles, though the others are mentioned
A/N: I won't be able to reply to comments right away, but feedback is definitely appreciated!

Giles held up his tumbler and stared at the amber liquid inside. His eyes followed the last few drops of Scotch as they slid over the cubes of ice, and he longed for more of the rich, smoky taste.

He leaned over the side of his armchair and looked back. The rest of the “Scoobies,” as they had become known, were searching through his tomes for the latest threat to Sunnydale humanity.

He relaxed and propped his elbow up on the chair, holding the tumbler in his hand. He turned his head to the side to stare at the lonely ice blocks. If only all things were as simple as Scotch; stick it in a barrel and leave it alone for a few decades, then come back and reap the benefits.

He’d tried that with a demon once, but he’d just ended up pulling shards of barrel out of his good tweed.

Giles sighed. Something had to be done about this.

“Xander… there’s been a drink apocalypse.”