paradisa | 67; dictated/action

[As quiet as he's been, Spike's voice was bound to be heard over the journal again eventually. He likes to stretch out rumors of his death as much as the next guy, but everyone has to face the music eventually. Even if it's in an offhand comment made to quell any worries about his ability to blow something like that off entirely.]

Nothing like family to bring everyone back together.

[He keeps the journal nearby, although he has other things on his mind. There are one or two distinct advantages when you're left out of the free baby giveaway; with everyone tending to their respective fake-magic offspring, the bars are relatively empty. Which happens to be perfect timing for Spike to try an experiment.

During the few days he spent at the mansion, and following how well his recent appearances at the castle have gone, something has been abundantly missing in his life. Something he intends to get to the bottom of.

He sits in his old spot in the Lux, where everything seems pretty much the same, minus the attractive bartender serving him what he wants before he ever opens his mouth. (It will always baffle him that he was the one that the castle wants to keep around when those were the options.) -- No, he's the one that's changed. Since he came back, nothing has any taste. Or maybe it's not the taste exactly... In any case, he feels off, in more ways than one. At first, he assumed it was some lingering feelings of numbness that would leave him in time.

It's been time enough now to start to be concerned.

So he does the responsible thing to find out. He sets out ten shot glasses, filling them each with what's left of the tequila Jo had stashed behind the bar -- the good stuff she used to bring in from town -- and picks up the first. If he gets to the end without falling off his stool, he has a real problem on his hands. Simple.]

Let's hope it doesn't go to waste. [Raising the glass to the space where Jo used to stand, he starts down the line.]

ooc: So, Spike came back to life a while back, and his new second loss is horrible. Open over the journal/in person at the Lux -- as always!

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

[Faye had spent way too much time in the castle. So much so that it seemed like a much better idea to go find some alcohol. She'd been dry for a little too long.

She'd heard about Spike's death, and although she had known there was a pretty good chance he'd be back, she hadn't seen him since they'd been on the Event Horizon.

When Faye had stumbled upon this bar, she couldn't tell whether or not she was surprised to see him there. She's bordering on hating herself as she approaches and stands nearby, noticing the dangerous number of shot glasses.]

Are you trying for a third time?

[Her arms are crossed, the bandages on her torso less than they had been. Needless to say, she isn't too thrilled.]

[Spike is just getting to his second shot when he sees Faye (bandages and all) reflected in the glass. This is really something he hoped he could deal with after he was finished, or preferably when he was less sober than he is now, but he can't bring himself to be annoyed that she found out. (It's easier than lying his way around it, since that went so well for him before.)

At least she tipped him off early.]

I was hoping to get up to a nice round number.

[ No clue what he's doing, what even. ]

What do you know of family?

Only what I've read in books.

[aka he finally opened the journal and that's all anyone was talking about.]

You are musing over stories? Here I thought you did not read.

Edited 2013-05-25 04:09 (UTC)

You did call me a liar before.

[ It really ticks her off when he uses things she says as constant excuses. But she's had enough time now to not let anything sound that she doesn't want to. ]

So I did. Which story are you musing over today?

Just the usual heartwarming tales from the Castle.

We must be reading different tales.

I guess it all depends on how much you like kids.

I could never accept a changeling as mine own flesh and blood. To acknowledge such bastardy, if it can even be called that, would be a grievance insult to my trueborn child and England itself.

I take it they left you out of it.

You saw no babe in my lap during our clinic celebration, did you?

I figured you'd have someone watching it anyway.

Thank God, no.

We're both lucky then.

...Yes. Lucky.

For once, huh?

[ Silence. >( ]

[Sup, Spike. There's someone sitting at the end of the bar with a drink in his own hand. His own suit is missing the tie, the top button of his shirt unbuttoned instead. Other than that there is no indication at all that he had been dead not too long ago, himself.]

Are you in the kitchen again?

[ READ: are you emptying the fridges to find mice or something, Spike? ]

[If Spike is annoyed at all that the bar isn't completely empty, he doesn't show it. He only gives a slightly envious look in Bond's direction for not having a similar problem, then goes back to his shots. Go ahead and judge, he won't care.]

[Spike doesn't make the connection, but he manages to be amused that Frodo would assume.]

You could probably scare them away by telling them I'm coming.

[ He chuckles. ]

I could help you with a sandwich.

I may take you up on that later.

[If he can still stand by the time he finishes what he's doing, he'll need something to boost his spirits. Actually wait--]

What kind?

Page 1 of 9

67; dictated/action

no subject

no subject

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

dictated;

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject