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Who: rudolphofvamps and YOU!
When: Some night; after sirens.
Where: in or around Fangtasia
Summary: Spike's first night of work, and it's just as dreary as he thought. Catch him at the bar or outside after hours.
Warnings: Plurk faces and general misery. Also Spike being a failure. AKA: THE USUAL X(
[This is Spike's third job in three months, and he's just as enthused about this one as he is the others. Actually, even more so because it's a vampire club and he feels like he just might gag. If this were back home, he and Angel would have this crowd up by their shirts, litter the whole place with dust. It's the only thing that can dredge up something even close to a smile when he's in here. Mostly, he just tries to shut down, but Spike has so many feelings, and it's just not easy to do.
When he goes to take out the trash, he kicks it in frustration, watching as it spills out over the street. He's trying to be a spy here, and he's stuck doing menial things. He's just not cut out for the actual work portion of working. Rubbing his hands together like he's done his task right, he cuts back inside, checking the Darkness seal before returning to his station. He's not very good at mixing drinks, in that they're much too strong to drink, but feel free to ask him for one if you're brave.
Walking home at night, he pops up his collar, keeping the cold out. It's summer but he still feels so bloody cold, and the more faces he recognizes here the more he wishes they could all go back home. Home. The thought almost makes him laugh. Has he ever had one of those?]
When: Some night; after sirens.
Where: in or around Fangtasia
Summary: Spike's first night of work, and it's just as dreary as he thought. Catch him at the bar or outside after hours.
Warnings: Plurk faces and general misery. Also Spike being a failure. AKA: THE USUAL X(
[This is Spike's third job in three months, and he's just as enthused about this one as he is the others. Actually, even more so because it's a vampire club and he feels like he just might gag. If this were back home, he and Angel would have this crowd up by their shirts, litter the whole place with dust. It's the only thing that can dredge up something even close to a smile when he's in here. Mostly, he just tries to shut down, but Spike has so many feelings, and it's just not easy to do.
When he goes to take out the trash, he kicks it in frustration, watching as it spills out over the street. He's trying to be a spy here, and he's stuck doing menial things. He's just not cut out for the actual work portion of working. Rubbing his hands together like he's done his task right, he cuts back inside, checking the Darkness seal before returning to his station. He's not very good at mixing drinks, in that they're much too strong to drink, but feel free to ask him for one if you're brave.
Walking home at night, he pops up his collar, keeping the cold out. It's summer but he still feels so bloody cold, and the more faces he recognizes here the more he wishes they could all go back home. Home. The thought almost makes him laugh. Has he ever had one of those?]