037; dictated/action ((backdated to Wednesday))
[Paris isn't that bad, come to find out. Confusing as hell how he keeps running into people, but he's an expert in not thinking too deeply about these things. Spike seems to be one of the lucky guys who woke up there speaking French by default, so getting around isn't any trouble. And if the time he's been in Paradisa taught him anything, it's to enjoy these moments of peace when he can.
Then he found out that he was given a job. As a flower delivery guy; as if the candy store hadn't been bad enough. And, like all jobs that don't involve shooting at people, he had cheerfully avoided the place since that discovery... until he needed money. That's how he ended up stopping by (in case he had any checks made out to him), and wound up running into something that changed everything:
Apparently the 'flower delivery service' comes with a free motorcycle to get around town with. And a backup of orders to go with it. They really know what it takes to persuade him. So! He smoothed right over a lecture with his screaming French employer and enthusiastically took the keys.
And since accidentally pulling out the journal instead of the list of addresses sounds like a plausible excuse, he can be heard on there just as he's starting the engine.]
What's good to eat around here, anyway? [Priority number two. Joyriding followed up by a meal sounds like a perfect way to spend an afternoon.]
ooc: Okay, so basically Spike is working at a flower shop. Open to journal/running into on the street/in the store/motorcycle races/KISSING SHENANIGANS that I'm so behind on... Everything! (I'm so sorry for being ridiculously late. I love you guys! Have a Merry Christmas... :33)
Then he found out that he was given a job. As a flower delivery guy; as if the candy store hadn't been bad enough. And, like all jobs that don't involve shooting at people, he had cheerfully avoided the place since that discovery... until he needed money. That's how he ended up stopping by (in case he had any checks made out to him), and wound up running into something that changed everything:
Apparently the 'flower delivery service' comes with a free motorcycle to get around town with. And a backup of orders to go with it. They really know what it takes to persuade him. So! He smoothed right over a lecture with his screaming French employer and enthusiastically took the keys.
And since accidentally pulling out the journal instead of the list of addresses sounds like a plausible excuse, he can be heard on there just as he's starting the engine.]
What's good to eat around here, anyway? [Priority number two. Joyriding followed up by a meal sounds like a perfect way to spend an afternoon.]
ooc: Okay, so basically Spike is working at a flower shop. Open to journal/running into on the street/in the store/motorcycle races/KISSING SHENANIGANS that I'm so behind on... Everything! (I'm so sorry for being ridiculously late. I love you guys! Have a Merry Christmas... :33)