in the night time, we are found (open, closed? idk)

[thenobledie]

Who: twoswordjuniper and thenobledie, for now
When: June 19th, 20th? ...ish.
Where: the Foxhole
Format: action
What: Bonding while mocking people. This is a foolproof path to friendship, guys. Also, I don't mind any hijacking to talk to Shirley. ASK BREE IF YOU WANT TO CHAT WITH DENEVE. I always feel weird about closed logs in the Foxhole. :|;
Warnings: n/a.

Comments

/hijacks! :D too quick? Spike gets that a lo— (NO I DON'T! ...okay, I do, but not like THAT)

[samianscar]

[guess who's here as usual. Distracting himself from the fact he's not currently with Buffy. As mostly-usual.

There was something about rats… never reward 'em, they go away; reward them constantly, they lose interest; reward them only a bit they'll keep coming back…

She's not doing that, she's not like that. This is how it is, this is what you've earned… if she doesn't really want it's not anyone's faul-

Uch, too wise than one wants to be in the Foxhole. And too introspective than one wants to be when you're Spike.

He spins around on his stool to survey the populace, just as Shirley enters and starts past.

He actually doesn't do this all the time, but she's got that certain kindred heaviness (for a creature of light, hello, but what does he know yet?) that inspires totally inappropriate "don't know you but I will in a few minutes" openings.]

Haven't seen you here before.

[because, see above, he's here all the time. Buffy, Lilly, Dawn, and Foxhole = the women, his life.]

lmf. OWN IT, MERRY.

[thenobledie]

[(spike, get a life. - wait, is that even possible...)

she pauses in her step, half-turning but mostly looking over her shoulder to acknowledge spike. normally, she ignores most men in the foxhole, and some even know to not bother now - but shirley recognizes him as scorched and one that is involved with her new roommate.]

I don't come often.

[but often enough to see a certain bartender with a scar over his mouth. and to not sing, ftr.]

/struts/

[samianscar]

[(har har.

Not sure if possible. definitely needed.)

he frowns or squints] But I have seen you somewhere...

[thenobledie]

[(it's okay. shirley needs a new...unlife herself.)]

Is that so?

people can talk to Dene if they want! I'm cool with anything, really.

[twoswordjuniper]

[Deneve appears beside Shirley, almost like a ghost - she has been called one before though she never actually died - and takes a seat. Not exactly invited but not unwelcome, she thinks.

It is perhaps an added point in her favor that, unasked, she brings Shirley a glass of what she most often drinks. But don't let it get around that she can actually be rather thoughtful. She likes her reputation of being hardhearted.]

[thenobledie]

[shirley most definitely thinks it, but she doesn't say it. instead, she only raises her glass as a "thank you for the thought" type of gesture and takes a sip of her brandy.]

You're observant.

[twoswordjuniper]

When it is useful.

[And it's always useful. Now, for instance. She scans the crowd with silver eyes and takes a drink of the ale she brought for herself. This person or that person catch her attention. The drunk can be amusing to observe.]

That one.

[She gestures toward a stumbling drunk with only the slightest inclination of her head.]

He will attempt to touch that woman at the bar. He won't get far.

[And moments after she makes this statement, the inebriated man tries to put his arm around the woman in question. Subtly, she pulls a knife on him. From where Deneve and Shirley sit, it is barely a flash of light. And showing what wisdom he can muster in his current state, he backs off.]

[thenobledie]

[shirley follows the gesture and watches, half-amused.]

It won't be long before he attempts another woman, though.