Buffy wakes with a gasp, sitting straight up in bed. Not sure what it is that woke her, whether it be a noise outside or the nightmares that seem to be coming more frequently
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"What? In there? Surrounded by teenage girls and their hormones and their..." Spike takes another long drag off of his cigarette. "I'd be somewhere else if I had anywhere else to go."
The vampire looks at the blonde who joins him on the porch. "I assume that you're not up because you want to be."
"Nightmares." She says nothing of whether she actually wants to be out on the porch with him, and sits down on the porch, pulling her legs so that she can rest her head on her knees.
"Though really, anywhere but in there. Too many people."
"You think? And here I thought this was a sleep over. They'll all be going home in the morning and tomorrow night we can all have root beet floats and watch Johnny Depp movies."
Spike pauses, "Er. Or is that what they're doing in there?"
Spike turns and grins to her, sliding his hand along the side of his head in a perfect Danny Zuko move. Then he shakes his head, "I've never really been one for musicals."
Buffy smiles ruefully back at him. "You haven't heard anything until you've heard a roomful of bandaged and bruised girls singing along to 'We Go Together'."
"I think that is a delight I can well let pass me by." He takes another drag before looking toward her again, "It did give us this wonderful moment of bonding against the giggliness of young girls."
"He's always struck me as a giggly young girl himself. A fresh faced young thing." Spike pulls his flask from an inner trenchcoat pocket and offers it toward Buffy.
He can't help but smirk at her reaction to the drink.
The cigarette is put down on the sole of his boot and pockets the extinguished remains. "You wanna talk about the dreams or you want a distraction instead? I've been told I can be rather distracting."
There isn't nearly the smarm accompanying that comment that there would have been in the past.
She is very careful not to look at him directly. Talking about nightmares would be much easier than trying to work around what he might offer as a distraction.
She tries for flippant instead.
"You know, the usual -- death, destruction, everyone I know dying horribly. Your garden variety end of the world nightmares."
"So nothing different then? What a person wouldn't give for a little creativity now and then. I know there was awhile when I would have given anything for a different outcome to my dreams."
He isn't looking at her as he says it. In fact, he's being as careful not to look at her as she is to not look at him. In this case, though, it seems likely that it is for different reasons.
The vampire looks at the blonde who joins him on the porch. "I assume that you're not up because you want to be."
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"Though really, anywhere but in there. Too many people."
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The cigarette gets another drag.
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A strange thing, but a comfort nonetheless.
"They'll be around for awhile longer, I think."
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Spike pauses, "Er. Or is that what they're doing in there?"
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She pauses.
"Well, after the patroling. And the sparring."
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"Blehhhh." She hands the flask back over.
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The cigarette is put down on the sole of his boot and pockets the extinguished remains. "You wanna talk about the dreams or you want a distraction instead? I've been told I can be rather distracting."
There isn't nearly the smarm accompanying that comment that there would have been in the past.
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She tries for flippant instead.
"You know, the usual -- death, destruction, everyone I know dying horribly. Your garden variety end of the world nightmares."
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He isn't looking at her as he says it. In fact, he's being as careful not to look at her as she is to not look at him. In this case, though, it seems likely that it is for different reasons.
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"Or we could go back to talking about movies. I'm OK with that too."
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