I'm a little bit insecure.
Who: rudolphofvamps and aintnorain
When: sometime after things
Where: the hotel & beyond!!
Summary: fred eh is a cool guy who buys lunch for whiny vampires and doesnt afraid of nething.
Warnings: W H I N G E I N G like you have never seen before.
[Spike was nervous as he approached the hotel. And not just because the last time he'd come around here had been less than pleasant. Fred seemed to have something on her mind, and he figured he was getting a talking to that was a long time in coming. He couldn't very well say no to wings though, especially free ones. Maybe it would be worth getting yelled at in the end. Only one way to make sure.
So true to his word, just after the Sun hid and just barely before sirens, Spike finds himself outside Angel and Fred's hotel room. He has a sudden and immature impulse to just turn around and go back to hiding in his cavern of a shared apartment. But he was sick of being holed up there at the same time. Sick of hungry kittens and sick of Peter. But mostly he was sick of only having his own thoughts for company.
Taking a breath and speaking aloud to himself, he sighed,] Here goes nothin'. [before raising a hand to proceed in knocking.] Fred, it's me.
When: sometime after things
Where: the hotel & beyond!!
Summary: fred eh is a cool guy who buys lunch for whiny vampires and doesnt afraid of nething.
Warnings: W H I N G E I N G like you have never seen before.
[Spike was nervous as he approached the hotel. And not just because the last time he'd come around here had been less than pleasant. Fred seemed to have something on her mind, and he figured he was getting a talking to that was a long time in coming. He couldn't very well say no to wings though, especially free ones. Maybe it would be worth getting yelled at in the end. Only one way to make sure.
So true to his word, just after the Sun hid and just barely before sirens, Spike finds himself outside Angel and Fred's hotel room. He has a sudden and immature impulse to just turn around and go back to hiding in his cavern of a shared apartment. But he was sick of being holed up there at the same time. Sick of hungry kittens and sick of Peter. But mostly he was sick of only having his own thoughts for company.
Taking a breath and speaking aloud to himself, he sighed,] Here goes nothin'. [before raising a hand to proceed in knocking.] Fred, it's me.