Gideon had only been passing by the Hub, really. There was no real fucking reason to be in there unless there was a party. He did hear the sound of stuff falling, though, and he glanced in and found bottles and shit all over the place and Clementine amongst it all.
He stopped the vodka bottle that was rolling right to him with his foot.
"The fuck are you doing?" he asked, sounding kind of amused, as he leaned down to grab the bottle.
"You must be really fucking bored, then," he grinned, walking over to place the bottle down next to the ones she was putting down. "Where the hell did all these drinks come from, anyway?"
He knew there was alcohol, but it was the shit kind people made. This stuff, definitely, was not the shit kind.
"The island poofed in a mini-fridge about a year ago with a shitload of these in it. I guess it was for Christmas or something." Clementine responded. Every once and a while, the island was a little generous, it seemed.
"Now that I think about it, I probably should have tried harder to keep some around."
"This is some interesting found art piece you've got going here, honey," Prior commented as he nudged the bottle with his cane and then bent over and scooped it up, handing it to her. "I could see something profound here. Beauty in ugliness or something about addiction and houses of cards."
Clementine reached over and took the bottle from him, setting it with the others she'd picked up. "I think it's more something about boredom and booze," As fucking uninspired as the response was.
"And the name's Clementine, not 'honey', darling." She added, with a slight tilt of her head.
Prior opened his mouth in mock surprise. "How did you know my name, Clementine? Clever lady." He looked at the bottles and sighed. "There are few things more depressing than empty liquor bottles."
Spike gently stops the bottle with his foot, then tips it sideways to peer at what he's caught.
And what's he caught is honest-to-god vodka. He bends at the waist to scoop it up. He makes an interested little grunt in the back of his throat, and in no way acknowledges that there was a request for help issued by anyone in the room.
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He stopped the vodka bottle that was rolling right to him with his foot.
"The fuck are you doing?" he asked, sounding kind of amused, as he leaned down to grab the bottle.
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She gathered up the fallen bottles, setting them upright.
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He knew there was alcohol, but it was the shit kind people made. This stuff, definitely, was not the shit kind.
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"Now that I think about it, I probably should have tried harder to keep some around."
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"And the name's Clementine, not 'honey', darling." She added, with a slight tilt of her head.
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And what's he caught is honest-to-god vodka. He bends at the waist to scoop it up. He makes an interested little grunt in the back of his throat, and in no way acknowledges that there was a request for help issued by anyone in the room.
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