It's Five O' Clock!

[summersbuffya]

Who: Open.
Where: Wolfram and Hart and The Break Room.
When: Thursday at 5pm, 1/15
What: Dinner at Wolfram and Hart, who'd of thought.
Status: In progress.

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[summersbuffya]

Spike had startled her at first, but once she realized who's voice filtered through her awesome, slayer hearing she felt no threat. She knew there were a few people from Sunnydale she hadn't bumped into yet and was not particularly in the mood to bring up her vacation in Rome. She hadn't even really gone into details with Spike about that one yet, when he'd find out she dated the immortal he was going to flip.

Buffy had a mouth full of cheese pizza. She pointed at her mouth, because it was rude to talk with her mouth full. She was not about to pull a cave-womany move. A lot of people could easily get confused with the way he spoke, but Buffy had been so used to his weird sayings that context usually gave her a hint.

A cat that'd caught and eaten canary, was one happy kitty.

Once she finished she replied to him.

"Oh, nothing really. Just thinking about this whole Wolfram and Hart ordeal." Her head shook. "It's rediculous. Still adjusting."

She slightly wish that Spike could help her eat this pizza, but him eating it would really be a waste of his time. It just tasted so good.

"They seduct me with their nice offices, lavish apartments and great pizza." Yeah, Angel was going to build her a mansion-like apartment. If Buffy knew him it would be conveniently located somewhere on the same floor as his. It was nice of him, but showering her with things was not the way to really win her heart. That was something her parents had done for her, they felt bad and bought her stuff. It was a really empty gesture in her book, but she appreciated it.

[gotthespark]

Spike waited for Buffy to finish with her bite so she could respond to him. He almost kind of missed the satisfaction of chewing solid food, but he rarely felt the need to try it again. Though he did make the occasional exception for spicy food and blooming onions.

"Still adjusting too, and I've been here for months. Though only solid and therefore only getting paid for the latter half. They all go on about how they're defeating evil from inside the belly of the beast...but that phrase just makes me worry about being digested."

Spike found the bag of otter blood inside a microwave popcorn box. Who puts popcorn in the fridge? Honestly, that's almost too easy. I feel almost bad nicking it. He shrugged and pulled the box out. He emptied the bag into a mug and wrote 'Be more creative' on the box with a Sharpie, then dropped the box back into place in the fridge. After putting the mug in the microwave, he set the timer and turned back to Buffy.

"Don't forget the sky high paychecks and the state of the art weaponry. They give you all kinds of perks for selling your soul."

[summersbuffya]

"The who with the what with the how?" Buffy said, extremely confused. She had never bothered to ask him how he came back. She knew it had to have been something mystical, but it wasn't really that important to her. What was important was that he was here, now. "Solid? What are you talking about?" She was looking at her slice of pizza. She wanted to bite it, but he was destracting her. "What am I missing here?"

Buffy lifted a brow. She was very confused at the moment, and all she wanted to do was eat pizza. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy Spike's company, she was starving. Come to think of it, Spike never got to witness a Slayers metabolism in action. She ate every twenty minutes.

"I like sky-high paychecks and weaponry. I really can't wait to see my place when it's finished though." She was staying at Eliots for time being, she planned on staying with him as a perminent room mate and she would use the Wolfram penthouse for when she was stuck here late at night, or there were epic apocalyptic things going on. It made life convenient.

[gotthespark]

Spike suddenly realized that Buffy had no idea as to how he'd been resurrected. They'd talked for hours; how exactly had they skipped over that subject? But he saw the longing looks she was giving the pizza. "You eat, I'll talk," he proposed.

The microwave buzzed, telling him his otter blood was nice and hot, so he retrieved it, grabbed a straw, and pulled out the chair across from Buffy. The straw was for her benefit more than his. It was a much neater way to eat. He put it in the cup of blood and took a sip, letting the liquid slide down his throat and revitalize his system.

"Alright, short version. Amulet got sent via mail to Wolfram & Hart. Soon as it hit the floor here, I popped out, not at all solid. Most of the trademarks of a ghost, with a few not-so-interesting exceptions. Thought Hell was trying to claim me for a few weeks, but then found out it was just a nasty ghostie trying to feed me to the pit in his place. Eventually, got a box of flash, again in the mail, that made me solid again, just in time for me to have a near death match with Angel, where we hashed out our differences, and..." Spike's grin could not have gotten any wider even if it were surgically enhanced. "...I won. First time. Great fun." He took a celebratory sip of the blood once he could wipe his grin off his face. It took a few seconds.

Spike shrugged. "As for your place, I'm sure Angel will pull out all the stops. Bells and whistles like you wouldn't believe."

[summersbuffya]

She had been eating the entire time Spike had been talking. By the time he was finished, she had finshed the slice she had been eating when he walked in, plus another. Buffy reached for a third and plopped it down onto her plate. Yeah, if he looked at the Pizza box, he'd probably either be impressed, shocked, or disgusted. Maybe all three.

Buffy took a moment to look at him rather strangely. "flash box?" Her eyes shifted off to the side and she bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh. That sounded like a poor attempt at some kind of a sexual inuendo. Her facial expression went back to realizing the serious of the matter. She went to take a bite out of her third slice, but huh? She put the pizza down.

Did he just say?
It hit her, he had what?!.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." She reached over for a paper towel and proceeded to wipe her hands off, the drawback to pizza was it's greasyness. "You, beat Angel, in a fight? Over what?"

The slayer then went back to filling the void that was her hunger. After this slice she was going to write her name on the box and just shove it in the fridge.

[gotthespark]

Spike had to admit he was impressed by the amazing way Buffy made food disappear. In theory, he understood why she ate so much, having studied everything about Slayers extensively. However, he'd never seen Slayer metabolism in practice. Very, very impressive.

To explain the flash box, which he himself still didn't understand, he said as succinctly as he could, "Got a box in the mail addressed to me. Harmony opened it for me. Big white flash all around. Tried to walk through the door after Angel, ended up walking into it."

Spike's grin returned, then turned into a grimace. He wasn't sure how much she knew about the Shanshu prophecy, but in the spirit of honesty they'd established a few days before, he decided not to lie...if she asked. "Yes, I beat him. By hitting him with a giant wooden cross that yes, I was holding with my bare hands. We were fighting over what we thought was the Cup Of Eternal Torment, which turned out to be Mountain Dew, which, yeah, is eternally tormenting, but not in the sense we were looking for. Basically, we were fighting to figure out which one of us is the better vampire with a soul."

He took a long pull on his straw, preparing himself for what would probably end up being a flood of questions.

[summersbuffya]

The slayer laughed at loud, moving a hand to cover her mouth.

"Ahahaha." Buffy grinned.

An index finger moved to point at Spike. "You walked into a door going after Angel?" Her eyes rolled. "Wish I could have been there to see that." Her lips pressed together for a moment, then she realized she was thirsty. She closed up the pizza box and got up to walk to the counter. She used the sharpie Spike had written with to write her name on it, actually it read: Buffy's, touch and die! :) THX.

She didn't trust anyone who worked here except for the ones Angel had considered family or people she had previously known in Sunnydale.

She opened up the fridge to find the pop corn box written on.

"Well, that's creative." Buffy said to herself, Spike would probably hear.

She pulled out a can of coke-a-cola from the fridge and closed the door shut. "So you an Angel still aren't getting along, not surprised." Her head shook and she took her seat across from him again. "What's the story behind the cup? What was it originally meant to do." Wait.

"Why would you drink it if it had the word torment in it's title? I swear sometimes you two are .. " She left it at that.

Buffy cracked open the can and took a long, thirst quenching sip. The downside to pizza was the saltiness.

[gotthespark]

"Glad you're amused," Spike grinned. Even if it was at his own pratfalls, he liked making Buffy laugh, so he added, "If it helps, I should also mention that I fell right on my ass after I hit the door. Was so mightily happy to be solid again that I didn't even mind the giggles."

Watching Buffy follow his stunning example of leaving messages on the food in the fridge, he smiled, a smile which widened when Buffy commented on what could only be the left behind microwave popcorn box. "The bint hid the blood in there! So obvious it may as well have been a hollowed out Bible she'd stuck in there. Little hide and seek game we're playing is less fun when she doesn't even try."

Spike knew he wasn't going to have a choice. He would have to tell Buffy about the Shanshu prophecy or, at best, she'd find out later from someone else and kick his ass for evading her questions. He let what he assumed would be a comparison between him and Angel slide. It was justifed. "There's a prophecy. It says the vampire with a soul will play a massive part in the Apocalypse, though no one knows which side he'll fall on. His reward after everything is...he'll become human again. World went all wonky because there were two candidates, so the cup was supposed to suss out which of us was the one the prophecy was talking about. Turned out to be a fraud anyway."

The last part didn't matter as much to him as beating Angel had. It was the first time that had happened in his entire existence. Yes, he'd wanted to be sure he was the one the prophecy spoke of. But it was still worth the trip despite the lack of answers.