xxi - voice/action
[A few hours ago, Spike serenaded Buffy. Now, he's sitting in an outworlder friendly bar and drinking his pain away. He's got a pleasant buzz going on now. Enough that taking out his datapad and drunk dialing the world seems like a good idea, but not enough that his words are slurring or anything.]
You know, as if it weren't bad enough being kidnapped and thrown into a sodding warzone, Revan had to go and ruin a bloody Ramones song. That's crossing some sort of line.
[He turns the datapad off, but then, a few minutes later, he picks it up again.]
[Private to Buffy]
I'm sorry.
You know, as if it weren't bad enough being kidnapped and thrown into a sodding warzone, Revan had to go and ruin a bloody Ramones song. That's crossing some sort of line.
[He turns the datapad off, but then, a few minutes later, he picks it up again.]
[Private to Buffy]
I'm sorry.