016 - written;

[breakmychest]

Do all the holidays around here involve kissing? Or just the fun ones? Because if I end up snogging strangers on bloody Arbor Day, I may stake myself.

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Spike

[demonologist]

[Awkward pause.]

I'm fine. Why would you think I was otherwise? It was just a kiss, Spike. Hardly the end of the world.

This Castle seems to delight in throwing yorkers.

Wes

[breakmychest]

Well, the panicking and running in the opposite direction, mostly.

Yeah. Have I mentioned I bloody hate it here?

Spike

[demonologist]

I didn't panic, I was just surprised, like you. And I didn't run - more just walked very briskly away.

You're having fun with this aren't you.

And I can't say that I'm particularly enamoured of the place myself, at present.

Wes

[breakmychest]

[Spike chuckles.]

I have to entertain myself somehow. If it helps, I've had to go through worse. Least I get along with you.

There are some perks. But they don't outweigh the bad parts. And I don't like being trapped.

Spike

[demonologist]

I don't want to imagine what 'worse' is.

[There's the faintest hint of a smirk in his tone however.]

As for Buffy, she did seem a bit off. Her clothes, attitude and that scar would seem to indicate she might be on a loss. But how is anyone able to verify this?

Wes

[breakmychest]

I don't know. I put a filter out to her, but she might just ignore me. She's not my biggest fan, in or out of her loss.

Spike

[demonologist]

I'm sorry, Spike.

[Wes can certainly relate to that on some level.]

Wes

[breakmychest]

Yeah, well. Not like it matters.

Spike

[demonologist]

Would you like to go for a drink? To Caritas, perhaps.

Wes

[breakmychest]

God, yes.

But no taking advantage if I get drunk.

Spike

[demonologist]

Rest assured I'll keep my hands to myself this time.

Wesley

[breakmychest]

Brilliant. Meet you there.