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[huntersdaughter]

Who: Jo Harvelle and invited guests. (Bela, Eliot, Max, Lois, Clark, Cassie, Faith, Spike S., Crowley, Kaylee, Booth, Jilly, Gabriel, Chase, Claire)
What: Hunter's Memorial
When: tl;dl for January 24th || Dusk on Tuesday January 25th (after she's invited everyone personally)
Where: The Paradisa Cemetery
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[gottaknockhard]

It was quiet when he stopped by, the cold wind carrying over that somber air that seemed to spread for days after the death of a few residents. Some people weren't used it, so it only made sense, and for that Spike could muster up some sympathy. A symbalance of grief for as much as he understood it. He couldn't help but be detached from the whole thing; he never had a lot of experience in formalities. As many times as he'd seen death, he somehow always missed the funeral.

Visiting the graveyard was awkward as it was. Spike was used to the ghosts in the castle, but there was always a chance of seeing one he recognized out there, and that was an annoyingly constant thought in the back of his mind. If nothing else, having a crowd should help chase them away -- even if they weren't all his favored company. Luckily he was tired enough to be tolerant of just about anything. He was still sore and looked it; but it's not like he had to make up a story about why. Nobody would have to ask what happened when they caught sight of him, and they didn't usually. That was one disadvantage to making friends.

And while he never met Sam, he'd heard enough about him. From what he could gather, he hadn't done anything more stupid than Spike would have. And yet Spike was the one left standing by an empty grave like he was part of the family. So why was he there?

Jo was a very good bartender, and she'd asked him to come. That's all there was to it.

When shots started going around, he finally made a move to do his part. Bar was closed, he had to make up for it somehow, right? The dead honoring the dead. Maybe that's how it should be.

[huntersdaughter]

It didn't take her long to wish that she'd brought more alcohol, but she still had enough for now. She'll hand Spike the bottle and lean against him a bit. He was tall, it was a comfort thing.

"Thanks for coming, Spike," she stated quietly. She knew that Spike was more her friend than Sam's, but she was still really glad he was there.

[gottaknockhard]

Spike held onto the bottle, although this time it's not because he wants a drink. He hadn't done a lot for her -- doesn't in general, besides drink her alcohol and run up his tab -- but he can be there. For once.

"Yeah," he replied after a moment. As much time as he spent around Jo, it was about time he paid a visit to Sam. Spike never did have the best timing. "... I'm sorry."

[huntersdaughter]

There wasn't much that anyone could actually say to her that would make much difference. She was bottling it all up and keeping it pushed down so far that even she wasn't sure she'd be able to dig it all up if she needed to.

With a nod, she glanced up at him, "Don't be sorry - it wasn't your fault." She kept near him for a bit more, before pushing away from him.

"I might end up moving back to the city after this. It's not like I want to have everyone watching me."