"Dinner and a show, unless you'd rather go dancing? There are a number of clubs I'm pretty sure I can get us into." Spike smiles, leaning back against the wall of the elevator as they sink smoothly toward the ground floor.
"We can go right now, if you'd like. I'm open to the schedule being flipped around." Spike's face is tilted down for a moment before he looks up at Buffy, the elevator doors opening. "I'm at your whim - step and fetch."
The last comment gets an eyebrow raise. "Then let's go dancing. Club of your choice, as long as it's nowhere near where I work. Do we have a deal?" She's stepping out of the elevator backwards, holding out a hand to lead him out.
The hand gets a brief silent look before he reaches out to take it. "Of course. We'll go somewhere that isn't at a casino at all, then. I've come to fancy the palce, even if it is trying a bit too hard."
He reaches out and makes sure to take a hold of her hand, holding it in his as he continues to walk toward the exit of the casino. His hands aren't wram but they aren't cold, either - he's a little better than room temperature. "It isn't weird. Getting used to you taking the lead." Again? It has been back and forth a few times and not really for the better.
"What I want is for the two of us to have a great evening. And if we can get a little closer to figuring out what we are..." Buffy shrugs and rubs her thumb across his skin.
Spike smiles at her, continuing the way out to the car that is waiting for them. He'll have to tell the driver to go somewhere other than where planned, of course. And he'll stop by the consierge for a quick chat to have him change the dinner reservation.
As they reach the outside, he puts his arm around her shoulders.
She's still nervous, though why is a little unclear.
"I can't remember the last time I've been on a date date, the kind with a real dinner and dancing and maybe even without having to patrol and dusting vamps, and you know, maybe I should skip talk about dusting anyone tonight..." There's some babbling, and she's got one arm around his waist.
The car pulls up and Spike steers them toward it. "Talk about what you like, luv. No ruffled feathers here - take a bit more than that." The door is held open and Spike allows Buffy to get in while he has a brief chat with the driver before sliding in the other side.
"Spike! It's been ages. How are you?"
He's put on a faux-"upper crust" accent, particularly for the last sentence, as he uses the pipestem to point at the vampire.
"Come by to check out the Grotto?"
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"I haven't been dancing since... well, since Sunnydale. Maybe after the show?" Never been time for it, really, even after they got to Cleveland.
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She catches the glance at the hand and pulls hers back with a slightly nervous laugh.
"I'm sorry, is this weird? I'm getting a weird vibe."
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"Let me know what you want, love."
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"What I want is for the two of us to have a great evening. And if we can get a little closer to figuring out what we are..." Buffy shrugs and rubs her thumb across his skin.
"So much the better, right?"
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Spike smiles at her, continuing the way out to the car that is waiting for them. He'll have to tell the driver to go somewhere other than where planned, of course. And he'll stop by the consierge for a quick chat to have him change the dinner reservation.
As they reach the outside, he puts his arm around her shoulders.
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"I can't remember the last time I've been on a date date, the kind with a real dinner and dancing and maybe even without having to patrol and dusting vamps, and you know, maybe I should skip talk about dusting anyone tonight..." There's some babbling, and she's got one arm around his waist.
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