The bar was a bit slow, too early yet for most of the customers, so Spike was taking a break at the doorway. Normally, he didn't give a rat's ass about smoking at work or even the bar serving drinks, but it was slow enough that he took it outside. The village wasn't nearly as fun as it had been before with the zombies and other nifty things but
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Although she was pretty sure she'd still find it fun if she tried it again. But she knew that she shouldn't feel that way. She was pouting about this very fact as she walked past Spike on the street, nearly all the way past him before noticing he was there. Smelling the smoke, she glanced back and stumbled in surprise, "Spike!"
Someone that wouldn't be good for her 'recovery', but that thought hadn't occurred to her just yet. She was just happy to see him.
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Why did it have to be so hard?
"No, I don't need the theater. I've been working at the school, helping a professor. His name is Charles. He's got powers like me."
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"Does he now? Is he teaching you all kinds of fun things?"
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"I don't know about fun things...." she trailed off, "He's teaching me science. And how to control myself."
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"Control yourself?" While he wasn't the most patient person ever, Spike did understand using that to your advantage. "Like helping you draw it out instead of instant fun?"
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She looked to the ground, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind an ear, "You'll think it's stupid."
Frank clearly hadn't thought much about what she wanted. He'd never have given it to her.
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"Maybe, but if you really want it, you won't give a rat's ass what I think. What do you want, Elle?"
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And Elle didn't see it happening if she continued down the path she'd been on.
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"Nothing wrong with that, love. Look and me and Dru."
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