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[bloody_willy]

Great. Back in the bloody hotel. Left Angel while he parked his car. Think he wanted to spend some time stroking the wheel or somesuch nonsense. Wouldn't bet against him using the motor to add more grease to his hair. What a wanker. Speaking of wankers, looks like I'm back in the game again. Just what I've always wanted, live with the group

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[__angel]

Scowling as Spike just went up and left, I went ahead and grabbed everything from the car before coming inside. Old files that I took, that probably don't mean anything now, but still, it could help right? Of course

[bloody_willy]

Five seconds and he's already giving lectures on the rules. Snorted in his general direction and opened up the weapons cabinet. Took out a lovely tossing axe and waved it toward him. "Was thinking I might sprint up and down the stairs starkers with this while chewing some gum. Wait, that'd be against the rules to eh Pops?"

Threw the axe back with the rest of his manly toys and shut the doors. Don't want him getting all bent about me playing with his pecker. "Just tell me where to sleep, farther from the slayer the better. Quicker I can get out of dodge, better that'll be too." Eyed the room off to one side, could hear Percy and Gunn goin on about something. Looked like the band was getting back together.

[__angel]

What was he doing? I didn't want him picking up my weapons, they were put away in an order and now ... why is he waving that around? Giving him a questioning look, I watched him carefully and rolled my eyes when he said he was thinking about running, or I should say, sprinting up the stairs ... He was such a kid and it was true. I had two children, him and Connor ... but, I haven't seen Connor in awhile since he decided to go back to school. Where he belongs

[bloody_willy]

Glared at the git as he went to rambling about where to sleep and where not to sleep. Almost hear the rusted up wheels in his head creaking around as he started to think of me shaggin with the slayer.

"Tell you what, since I don't need you playing peeping Angel while I'm trying to get a bit of shut eye I'll sleep in your room, you can enjoy the comforts of a chair. Or guard her door for all I care."

Checked the pocket of my duster for my flask before heading up the stairs stomping my boots for all they were worth. Besides, knew the poof had a king sized bed. Not sure why, isn't exactly like he gets much use for it.

[__angel]

What was I going to do with him? Running a hand through my hair, I watched him as he stomped up the stairs. This had to change, this attitude of his. Held my hands on my hips and turned toward the office, but I decided to just let them talk. Wes seemed a little ... uncomfortable before and I didn't want to just come in and make him more ... uncomfortable.

Sighing, I stared at the stairs again before taking a few steps and walking up them myself. Had to talk to him anyway and I might as well get it over with because for one? He wasn't sleeping in my room. For two? He wasn't sleeping on my bed, which would go with number two and three? He wasn't making me sleep in a chair.

Walking down the hallway, I walked past Cordy's room and decided whether or not I should peak my head in but decided against it. I went straight for my room and shut the door behind me, muttering something under my breath when I saw him laying face down on the bed.

"Spike? Get out. Now."

[bloody_willy]

Rolled my eyes as he followed me up the steps like a lost puppy. Get out. Right, that was going to happen. Didn't get up, reached one hand around and fetched a pack of smokes and a zippo out of a pocket and lit one up. Christ the pillow smelled like him. He always was a restless sleeper. Not that I ever paid much attention. Ahem.

"Oh sod off Dad." Snorted and took a drag, could almost hear him grinding his teeth. He never could stand it when I smoked. "I was here first, so either hop in or find your own."

[__angel]

Reaching over, I grabbed the cigarette and put it out in a glass that I had on the table. "No smoking inside the hotel and two? This is my room! You get out!" I yelled and stood there, crossing my arms over my chest.

He always liked to test me and this? This was testing me. One test that I was going to pass because he wasn't sleeping in here.

"There's more rooms in the hotel, pick one out, sleep and then be up by tonight. I'm going to try to get everyone together and ..." Why was he still laying there? He wasn't supposed to be laying there because this was my room. My room, my rules.

Grabbing his coat by the collar, I pulled him up and over so he was on his feet.

"What part of get your own room don't you understand, boy?"

[bloody_willy]

Boy? Was he putting PCP in his blood again? Somehow I ended up torn between smirking and hauling off and clocking him in the jaw. He always did this. Merest hint of fun in the air and he clenched both cheeks and hid under a rock. "Fine, you said the slayer was off to the right or was it the left?"

Caught the split second of fury in his eyes and pulled back out of his grip, knocking him back onto the mattress. Threw my duster off with a crack as the leather hit the floor Jumped up and straddled him on the bed. "I still think all these women have made you soft old man."

[__angel]

Good, he was leaving, finally. Gave him a look and the next thing I knew, I was on the bed, being held down by him. These women? Soft? Didn't think so. One happened to be a Slayer and the other ... well, I haven't seen much of her these days so I guess that didn't count. Grabbed onto his arm and twisted before knocking him in the nose and pushing him back onto the floor.

"No, not soft. A little more sensitive, but not soft," I said and stood over him.

"Don't give me that look, you brought this one all on yourself."

Stepping over him, I walked to the closet and took off my jacket as he got up. Wasn't looking for a fight, but then again, it would be nice. Too bad it had to be Spike.

[bloody_willy]

"Right. Mr. Bloody Sensitive. Tell me, why aren't you off holding hands with the cheerleader? Or downstairs chatting with the boys." Fact was we both were avoiding people. Except he'd screwed up, where I'd just been screwed.

"Might not be soft, but if there's one thing you are Angel, its all talk and no action. At least Angelus doesn't mind getting his hands dirty, hell he even gets his hair mussed." Glared at his back as he put his jacket away and took off his shirt. Nice tat mate, shame he's forgotten about it. "And I'll give you any damn look I want, didn't bring a damn thing on myself." Planted my hands on my hips, wasn't backing down from him.

[__angel]

"Spike, where is this coming from?" I asked him as I put on a black wifebeater. Honestly, he's trying to test me and I don't understand why. He's probably bored wheras I? Have things to do. Important things. I need to make ... well, no phone calls, but Wes and Gunn are downstairs, even though I am avoiding them.

"And hey! I can get my hands dirty, I always get my hands dirty, I go out and save people. All you did was where a pretty little necklace and I'm sure they made it quick. Tell me, what does it feel like to get dusted?" I asked him and walked toward him, standing in front of him.

"Don't ever tell me I don't get dirty. I do things, important things. Better than you'll ever do. You had a shiny moment, I've had ... alot!"

[bloody_willy]

"Couldn't go more than five minutes without bringing out the 'I'm better than Spike' card could you you ponce?" Wasn't sure if I hated him or myself more since deep down, I'd always compete with him. He'd never see me as his friend or his ally. I would always be the little brother, the son, the idiot. Buffy used to trust me, more than anyone else ever had. Fat lot of good either of them had done me, or anyone lately