Black Sheep - OTA

Apr 12, 2014 15:44

The bar was a bit slow, too early yet for most of the customers, so Spike was taking a break at the doorway. Normally, he didn't give a rat's ass about smoking at work or even the bar serving drinks, but it was slow enough that he took it outside. The village wasn't nearly as fun as it had been before with the zombies and other nifty things but ( Read more... )

elle bishop, angel crawford, spike, the black sheep, meg masters

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zombie_on_call April 12 2014, 21:03:35 UTC
I'd spent the early part of the day (that is, from ten until just a bit ago - I STILL wasn't anything you could reasonably call an early riser) doing paperwork at the clinic and carefully dodging insinuations that despite everything I was still somehow responsible for the early destruction of the guy's corpse.

The day was nice enough I didn't feel like immediately zoning out in front of the boob tube in the hotel room, so I wandered the village.

The smell of the cigarette reminded me I had bought a pack a while back, and while I wasn't supposed to smoke I occasionally let myself enjoy one or two.

Damn... I'd left my lighter in my room, so I walked up to the guy leaning against the wall. "Get a light?" I asked.

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eyeball2entrail April 13 2014, 19:34:50 UTC
Spike looked at the pretty blonde through the smoke he'd just blown out and held up his lighter with the flame still burning for her. "Sure, luv."

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zombie_on_call April 14 2014, 13:45:45 UTC
I leaned in and lit my cig off the light. "Thanks. I'm Angel," I introduced myself.

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eyeball2entrail April 15 2014, 11:10:14 UTC
"Name's Spike." He returned the intro and once her cigarette was lit, he pocketed the lighter. There was something a bit different about her, but he couldn't put his hand on it.

"Don't see many smokers around here."

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crazy_electric April 13 2014, 03:38:53 UTC
Elle was being good. Very very good. She'd been working very hard for Charles at his office at the school and not using her powers on others just because it amused her.

Although she was pretty sure she'd still find it fun if she tried it again. But she knew that she shouldn't feel that way. She was pouting about this very fact as she walked past Spike on the street, nearly all the way past him before noticing he was there. Smelling the smoke, she glanced back and stumbled in surprise, "Spike!"

Someone that wouldn't be good for her 'recovery', but that thought hadn't occurred to her just yet. She was just happy to see him.

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eyeball2entrail April 13 2014, 19:36:15 UTC
Spike genuinely smiled in pleasure when he saw Elle. He'd wondered what she'd gone up to and assumed she'd found another playmate. "Hullo, luv. Out enjoyin' the night?"

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crazy_electric April 13 2014, 21:16:49 UTC
She had, but it hadn't worked out. Elle moved toward him, never one to be shy, she moved to hug him, "Enjoying it better now!"

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eyeball2entrail April 14 2014, 01:20:20 UTC
Spike returned the hug easily, maybe letting it linger a bit and his hand drift. "Yeah? So am I. What have you been up to?" He smirked. "Anything that needs the theater?" Because he and Dru would be happy to either join in or let her play a bit in it.

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masters_meg April 21 2014, 23:30:17 UTC
"You know those things kill, right?" Meg said with a grin that read she didn't actually care.

Shehe approached the pub from the outside. Her shift was starting soon and low and behold, but she decided to show up early. Having sex with an Angel was making her soft.

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eyeball2entrail April 22 2014, 02:24:28 UTC
"All good things kill you." Spike smirked, of course he was biased.

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masters_meg April 22 2014, 23:51:05 UTC
"True," Meg conceded with a nod. "Anything worth while... though if it's sex, you're probably doing it wrong."

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eyeball2entrail April 24 2014, 01:53:22 UTC
"Not a fan of snuff huh?" Spike smirked and blew out another puff of smoke. "Best sex I had was me and Dru after killin' a Slayer." Good times with Darla and Angelus.

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