Who: Spike and Claire Littleton. What: Booze and emo rants. When: Evening. Where: Bar downtown somewhere. Rating: TBD.
Upon Claire's request, Spike agreed to meet her at a bar so that they could discuss whatever in the bloody hell it was that was badgering her so badly. Under normal circumstances, Spike probably wouldn't have given the woman the time of day. But she was offering to pay for his drinks and, yeah, Spike kind of lacked in the gentlemanly attire unless he was hanging around Buffy or someone that he actually cared about. Claire? He barely knew the bird. She wasn't exactly someone that he'd concern himself with unless her life happened to be in immediate danger. But for some reason or another, she seemed to think that he, of all people, happened to be the only person in the world that she could spill her heart to.
Oh joy.
Settling down at the bar, Spike waved the bartender over and ordered himself a round of vodka. Nothing complicated and none of that wishy washy on the rocks bullshit. Spike wanted to go hard and he sure as hell wasn't trying to water his drink down.
Unless there was blood. But this wasn't exactly a demon bar, so Spike couldn't request that. The bartender wouldn't have any available. Unfortunately enough.
Latching onto his drink as the bartender slid it across the counter, Spike tilted his head back and downed the substance in one go. His empty glass was quickly replaced with a full one.