I've got thousands of stories, you've heard them before.

[allbloodyhail]

CHARACTERS: BELA & SPIKE
LOCATION: the bar or something
WARNINGS: general douchebaggery
SUMMARY: Spike tries to comfort Bela by drinking with her. Yeah, I know. Backdated to 7/27.
NOTES:


[Spike, true to his word, was still frozen to the spot on the holodeck of whichever floor he was at. He wasn't sure which one he'd told her or if it was the right one so he waited, eyes darting around the room though he stayed in his stupid freeze-frame stance.

Finally, he began to cramp and dropped his arms--only for Bela to stroll through the automatic doors. He sighed, a heavy, put-upon thing. All that comedic setup and for no reward. Such was his life. Unlife.]

You look even more like you could use that drink face-to-face. [i.e. you look like crap, Bela. Let's get pissed.]

Comments

[allbloodyhail]

I can breathe, yeah. Just don't have to. [ his smile fades as he lights up his smoke, eyeing the space peanuts on the bar rather than her face. ]

Who was it? The one that... Is he still on board?

[ he tries to sound mild about it, but spike has a good mind to kill him if he is. ]

[onsilksheets]

The one who fed from me?

[ no point in treading lightly around the topic as far as she was concerned. it was already out there in the open. ]

He's long gone. Back to wherever he came from. [ Bela takes a healthy swig from her drink. ] Why? Were you planning to defend my honour or something?

[allbloodyhail]

Was just wondering, that's all.

[ it was lame, but he wasn't saying anything else about it. ]

Are there others? Like me? That you know of.

[onsilksheets]

There are a few vampires on board.

[ Bela replies, the beginnings of a smile forming on her lips. ]

But I daresay they're nothing like you.

[allbloodyhail]

No. [ he lifted his glass in acknowledgment, boy did he like her already. ] They wouldn't be, would they?

I'm one of a kind.

[onsilksheets]

No argument from me.

[ she clinked her glass off his before taking a small sip from it. ]

I'd like to think I'm fairly unique as well.

[allbloodyhail]

Yeah? How so? [ he tapped the bar for another round and knocked the rest of his drink back, eyes tracking back to hers when he was done. ] I'm all ears, luv.

[onsilksheets]

Well, I'm a thief and con artist who occasionally contacts spirits for information. People hire me to take items that have supernatural qualities about them.

[allbloodyhail]

You don't say. So that makes you, what? Like a medium or some such.

[onsilksheets]

Not exactly. I use a spirit board to contact them with. Easy when you learn how to use it.

[allbloodyhail]

Isn't that kind of stuff... bad juju? [ it's said in a teasing manner, but he isn't exactly kidding. messing with the dead never ends well in his experience. ]

[onsilksheets]

[ a shrug. she's got bigger problems to deal with back home. ]

Maybe. But the rewards make up for it. The spirits point me in the direction of a priceless object, I steal it and sell it to a buyer. Huge payout.

[allbloodyhail]

[ you become more attractive to him by the second, bela. ]

Can't argue with that, yeah? Money talks louder than juju.

actual gushing over this thread *_*

[onsilksheets]

And money can sometimes make a problem go away. Or make people talk.

me too i love them ok

[allbloodyhail]

It's real life magic that way. [ he leaned back a little, trying to wish a full out grin from creeping up. ] So.

What's the must interesting thing a corpse ever told you.

[onsilksheets]

How did we go from money to corpses?

[ Because she is terribly, terribly amused right now. ]

I feel like I missed something in-between there.

holy typos Batman

[allbloodyhail]

Ghosts, whichever. Your medium scam. [ he waved a hand, sounding pretty impressed with the whole thing. ] You gotta figure dead people have the best secrets. I know I do.

s'all good!

[onsilksheets]

The spirits I communicated with aren't into over-sharing. Mostly the conversation is just 'yes' or 'no.' [nnnnnot exactly exciting. ]

I love how you are taking a vested interest in my activities, Spike. That, or you're really into ghosts.

[allbloodyhail]

[ he snorted at that, shrugging noncommitally and taking a quick swig. ]

Well, I should do, considering I was one once.

[ but maybe he was interested too. or maybe it was purely boredom speaking. ]

[onsilksheets]

[ hold the phone... ]

You were a ghost? I think you need to give me more background to that story.

[allbloodyhail]

[ he snorts, shrugging one shoulder. ]

Spent a few months incorporeal. I wouldn't recommend it. [ siiiip ]

[onsilksheets]

I'll take that under advisement.

[ so, nothing else to tell her about it then? ]

Least you've got the whole immortality thing going on for you.

[allbloodyhail]

At least there's that. [ his eyes dart around. he guesses it could be storytime. maybe it'll take her mind off things. ]

Didn't know I was quite that immortal though, did I.

[onsilksheets]

Why do you say that then?

[ ooooh storytime. Bela is definitely down for that, especially if it's an interesting one at that. she's all ears, Spike. ]

[allbloodyhail]

[ he locks eyes with her now. this is a very close story to his heart, to say the least -- but it's also his best one. his ultimate hero tale. listen up, now. ]

Sacrificed myself, to close the Hellmouth. Thought I was done after that; toast. But I came back -- as a ghost. Seems the Powers weren't quite done with ol' Spike here.