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[tanvirus]

[First he harassed King--friendly, of course!--then he tormented Bryn--possibly a little coy--and then he annoyed Herz--entirely accidental. From sixteen to female in a matter of days. He's not sure what's next and he's not sure he wants to know. At least he knows he still prefers men to women

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[ramenhair]

[The comms have been crazy, but...Spike's been selfishly oblivious. He's used to drowning out reality and slinking through the wood work. A week on the boat, and he's sniffed out the blood. He's kept to himself. He's enjoyed the sun.

Popping into Sergei's for an evening snack, he can't help but notice the exotic looking woman sitting by her lonesome. Of course, just as any other man in love, his first thoughts are how she compares to Buffy. There's the obvious difference in colors. There's the distinct muscles.

Beautiful face, all the same.

Instead of blood, the vampire tucks himself behind the bar and selects a bottle. Then, confidence in his stride, he approaches her booth.]

The seat taken, love?

[tanvirella]

[Tan's busy being lost in his beer, and doesn't notice the approaching intruder until he's startled out of his thoughts by the sudden voice. He glances up to see who's saying hello and--

Well, hello.]

Looks like it's all yours.

[He gestures to the seat, smiling broadly, a little crooked. The new guy might not be exactly Tan's type--he's a little too blonde, really--but he's easy on the eyes anyway, and hey. Guy brought alcohol with him. How bad can he be?]

[ramenhair]

[The invitation is met with a smirk with a slight bite of teeth.

Spike sprawls himself across the booth, one of his arms lazily thrown over the back. He pointedly slips one of his boots by Tan's hips. And my. He hasn't even asked the young lady her name and he's being ever so familiar.

Someone may be destructively attempting to drown a certain Slayer from his thoughts.]

Is this a habit of yours, drinking alone?

[tanvirella]

[Good luck with that, Spike. Seriously.

Tan spares the boot the barest of glances--it's a tactic he's used before, he knows that kind of over-familiarity when he sees it--and offers Spike a wider smile in return. He knows this game. He likes playing it. Even in this body.]

Is it a habit of yours, intruding on people's peace and quiet?

[fistsofmagic]

[Torin never met Mihaila, but she does give Tanvir a glance as she heads into the bar.

She needs a drink after today. Something hard and likely to make her pass out if she drinks too much of it. Boys are strange to deal with when you're one of them.

She sets about finding something from Askoupur, fussing around behind the bar. Don't pay any mind to the pretty girl, though she can't help another glace because damn Tanvir is pretty.]

[tanvirella]

[Well. That's sure as hell a nice thing to see. Torin gets more than a glance from Tan. Torin gets a good, long look. A good, long, calculating, fuck-you-are-exactly-my-type look.

He's not being terribly subtle about it. He's had just enough beer at this point--curse the female body's lower alcohol tolerance!--that subtle is pretty well beyond him.

But, hey, if openly appreciative staring gets the point across...]

[eventfulfists]

[Welp, now she's being stared at.

But hey, Tanvir's a hot girl. Torin would like him even if she was female currently.

She's pulling out that bottle of hard Askoupuran alcohol, but after a moment she just stares at Tanvir. What the hell, she's an adult and a man. This could be interesting!

So she gives a smile after a moment.]

You look like you could use some company.

[tanvirella]

[That's exactly the kind of reaction Tanvir was hoping for. Perfect. His own smile broadens and he scoots over a little to make room for Torin.]

I sure as hell wouldn't say no.

[Is Torin one of the ones who switched or one of the ones who stayed the same? In the end, it really doesn't matter, does it. Torin's male right now and...well. Gorgeous, really.]

So what's in the bottle? Not one I've seen before.

[does_everything]

[YOU NEW HERE? Daxter is going to spot this sexy lady a mile away and slide across the bar like he's some kind of Micheal Jackson superstar.]

Hey there sugar.

[tanvirella]

[.....

......

...what.]

...Hello.

[It's a talking, orange rat. ...And not, somehow, the weirdest thing he's seen so far.]

[does_everything]

[Laying down on the bar like he's stud of the year.]

So sweetheart, what kinda sorrows are you drownin'? Think I could ah...help you get over 'em?

[tanvirella]

[Are...are you kidding?

He can't help his laugh.]

Not drowning anything.

[Ah, what the hell.]

But feel free to join me anyway!

[betterthanraph]

[And Leo is just scouting around for anybody who might be in dire straits -since he's a super awesome hero turtle and all- and he spots someone he never thought he'd see again.

And stops.

To stare.]

[tanvirella]

[Tan is oblivious to the staring! Well. Mostly. One doesn't get stopped and stared at by a giant bipedal turtle without noticing it eventually.

He lifts a hand and waves.

What do you want, giant, bipedal turtle?]

[betterthanraph]

[...nothing. He's just going to bow, but...turn away. Because there's no way he's getting her in trouble again, if that really is her. Not even for information.

He's leaving.]

[tanvirella]

[Well, that was...weird.

He shrugs, no sense in dwelling on it, and happily goes back to his drink.]