|Knocking on Heaven's Door (heavensdoor) wrote in aternaville,|
@ 2009-05-09 01:32:00
|Entry tags:||ianto jones, spike speigel|
Who: Spike and Open
When: Morning, Saturday
Where: Tourist center!
Rating: L for Lazy
How many weeks has it been since the last job...?
Spike lay back on the uncomfortable sofa, head on the squarish armrest. His eyes opened and closed slowly, fixated on a slowly rotating overhead fan. It clicked every other spin.
Someone should fix that...
Faye had made it very clear that "someone" should be Spike, but he didn't care enough. In fact he probably hadn't heard her through the headphones. (Though it was likely she was bitching at him about that too.) One of the reasons Spike reportedly hated women with attitudes, they were always, always, always more trouble than they were worth.
The fan kept spinning, the irritating little click lulling his eyes closed.
He hadn't been asleep long. At least it didn't seem that way. But when Spike opened his eyes, he smelled air that wasn't the familiar recirculated air of their spaceship. Real air. Outside air. Spike sat up on a sidewalk bench just as the bus pulled up, fully aware.
He turned around, otherwise unperturbed, surveying his surroundings. Directly behind him, a tourist center. Aternaville Tourism. "Uh...huh. Convenient." He stuck both hands in the pockets of his blazer and nudged the door open with a booted foot before stepping inside. This was an odd situation.