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Xander grinned as he wiped down the counter. Things were fairly busy that night.
At one table, Andrew was arguing with one of a few counterparts from an alternate dimension.
Xander frowned then shook his head. “Transformers are one thing. How in the heck did Andrew’s duplicate manage to hack a satellite and fall in love with a female autobot that he met in a chat room of his own design?”
Then he blinked. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.” He continued to look around the room.
In another area, Solace was arguing with Illyria. He yelled over “Just don’t damage the computer. Other people need it besides Solace!”
Illyria glared at him for a second then turned back to the conversation.
Xander shook his head. “How those two ever became friends…”
He turned when a loud thump came from the utilities closet. It slowly opened and a bald man fell out.
Xander started forward then stopped as he recognized the person.
“That’s Principal Snyder. Harris.” Snyder grumbled as he stood up.
Xander grinned. “Maybe so. But I’m over 18, and graduated high school a while back. Kinda late to suspend me.”
“Welcome to an alternate reality. Want a drink? I’m the owner and barkeep here.”
Snyder blinked as he stared around. Then he sighed. “Figures. I don’t know which is worse. The fact I believe you or…” He glared at Xander. “The fact that your other self has got me hanging out in the library after hours sharpening weapons and helping that damned librarian research demons. Speaking of which, I need to get back. We were in a fight.”
Xander shook his head slightly as he reached out and grabbed the first bottle his hand managed to touch. Then he grabbed two shot glasses and poured into both of them.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll arrive back at the point you left.” Xander then relaxed. "I think I need one of these. Want to join me? And I can’t believe I said that”.
Snyder shook his head as he walked up to the bar. “He said the same thing, after he invited me to help.”
“How in the…”
Snyder snorted slightly as he sat down. “I dressed up as Curly from The Three Stooges. Xander was Larry, Giles was Moe. None of us planned it or knew about the others.”
Then he stared at the wall. “Memorabilia?”
“Sort of.” Xander said after he recovered. “Each item has a story.”
Snyder nodded and pulled a tape out. “We’d just gotten finished getting copies of your alternate’s latest violin recordings. To be honest, I don’t want it but he’ll give me another anyway. Want it?”
A few minutes later, Buffy and Willow walked into the bar. They both stopped and stared at Xander and Snyder laughing
“Now I’ve seen everything.” Buffy said as she shook her head.
“What?” Willow asked.
”A bald Snyder.”
They both turned around and left. “Something tells me I won’t be happy with his story.”
(see Nyuking Across The Hellmouth for tie-in)