Who: Spike (
samianscar) and YOU!
When: Not long after
this. (Left the clinic, or was kicked out, from hanging around Reid's bedside, and headed straight to-)
Where: Where else? The Foxhole.
Format: Paragraph, or whatever!
What: Dawn sorrow drownage.
Warnings: Drawn dorrow sownage.
(
little girl screams for life's disease to mourn away my soul )
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It wasn't as if she had anything better to do.
Still, if she'd thought he was going to cause property damage, she might have had a word with him before now.
"I hope you don't intend to break anything else while you're here." Dead calm, she addressed him from the opposite side of the bar. The proprietor's side.
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"Hoping's dangerous, love. Don't you know?"
He threw down some ivories to get a replacement for the drink he'd spilled. "For the guy on the end. So good for business really, isn't it? I spill more, you sell more. Should keep me here on retainer."
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"And you? How drunk are you planning to get? If the answer is drunk enough to forget the rules of this establishment as well as whatever woman or man caused you to come here tonight, then you'll have to answer to me." She narrowed her eyes again. "And you don't want that."
It wasn't a threat exactly. Just a warning. With a place like this to look after, she was aware of the need for a good bouncer. And she and Helen had concurred that there was no one better for the job than Deneve herself.
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But the audacity just wasn't in his eyes.
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