Stop me if you've heard this one.
Who: Spike, Ianto, and anyone else who fancies a beer.
What: Spikey-poo's been inside too long.
When: January 5th, approximately 6pm-ish.
Where: The bar.
Rating: PG-ish, unless Spike's potty mouth comes into play.
Stepping into the bar, Spike couldn't help thinking, Well, fancy this. I'm meeting up with a bloke I met over the Internet. Far cry from Victorian London. He had, indeed, come a long way from the mild-mannered man he had been so many years ago, proving this indefinitely by going straight to the bartender and ordering a beer rather than search his surroundings for the bloke in question. He had never actually said that he was going to meet Ianto here, and it was likely that the man was already present, as Spike had never specified a meeting time.
Heading towards a table in a shadowy corner, as he was so often wont to do, Spike turned the chair about in such a way so that he could keep an eye on the entrance while also observing his surroundings. It seemed the natural thing to do, as he had spent so long frequenting demon bars. Taking a cautious sniff of the air, however, he highly doubted that he'd come across any demons tonight, or anything else remotely interesting.
"C'mon, poofball," he muttered under his breath. "Prove me wrong."
What: Spikey-poo's been inside too long.
When: January 5th, approximately 6pm-ish.
Where: The bar.
Rating: PG-ish, unless Spike's potty mouth comes into play.
Stepping into the bar, Spike couldn't help thinking, Well, fancy this. I'm meeting up with a bloke I met over the Internet. Far cry from Victorian London. He had, indeed, come a long way from the mild-mannered man he had been so many years ago, proving this indefinitely by going straight to the bartender and ordering a beer rather than search his surroundings for the bloke in question. He had never actually said that he was going to meet Ianto here, and it was likely that the man was already present, as Spike had never specified a meeting time.
Heading towards a table in a shadowy corner, as he was so often wont to do, Spike turned the chair about in such a way so that he could keep an eye on the entrance while also observing his surroundings. It seemed the natural thing to do, as he had spent so long frequenting demon bars. Taking a cautious sniff of the air, however, he highly doubted that he'd come across any demons tonight, or anything else remotely interesting.
"C'mon, poofball," he muttered under his breath. "Prove me wrong."