060. Out On The Tiles

[samson]

[Forward-dated to 7/June, early evening.]

[Spike, Ezio, Mal]
Okay, that race thing is like tomorrow or whatever. And I'm super sure I'm gonna fuckin' win, because my car is that badass. Spike, you know what I mean.

So anyway, I think we should all go out and celebrate. Let's do this. Mal, leave your wife at home.

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[mal_addict]

[She arches a brow]

As much as you boys would likely enjoy watching me getting frisky with another woman, I'm still supposed to behave. It's not nice for you to tempt me.

[bronwe]

[ Excuse you Spike, he don't need your wallet, he's a fucking landlord or was. ]

But we agreed on the beer. We can start from there!

[assassino]

[He just laughs.........]

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike holds back his smile from getting too large with the finger pointing. It's not even a concern where he's involved, but he also finds it too amusing to make promises.]

That's usually where it starts.