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lonestarclaire ([info]lonestarclaire) wrote in [info]parabolical,
@ 2009-08-21 03:55:00

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Entry tags:claire bennet, spike

Who: Claire Bennet and Spike
What: Not flirting
Where: Spike's Club
When: Late evening 20th August 2006
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress


Okay so maybe it was a bit telling that the bouncers knew her by name now. And waved her past the VIP part much to the chagrin of humans and demons alike. So she liked coming here to see Spike, sitting and drinking after her days work with Nathan and patrols and stuff. It was nice. It was different. He was different.

But she so had not been flirting. SBC was just all happy from the getting engaged and had been reading too much into it.

Though she'd said that before the engagement.

...Whatever, it wasn't true. She wasn't flirting. And the grin she shot the blonde vampire as she reached the bar was entirely entirely coincidental. Entirely.

She was just being friendly.

"Hey" she started brightly determined to show him she wasn't always angsty and whining. And to doubly prove she wasn't a kid and wasn't a prude she'd dressed to impress in dark blue jeans and a red halter top as well as black heels. She looked good without looking like a tramp. And utterly not a prude.

"Gonna see if I actually maintain drunkenness this time. SBC swears that Harry Potter stuff, Firewhiskey is the only thing that'll really do it"

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-21 03:19 am UTC (link)
Perched up at the bar, Spike raised a scarred brow at Claire's approach. The gloomy demeanor he was more used to had seemed to have taken a side exit for the evening. He decided, right then and there, that this was likely because of his little lecture about her being a ball of angst that no one wanted to hear whine. Was she trying to prove a point? Because, really, there was no way in the world that this particular girl could ever be cheerful without the influence of illegal substances. At least that was how Spike saw it, considering the only times he ever saw her was when she was looking a mess.

"We don't sell that here," he stated, sliding off the edge of his stool. Without saying another word, Spike circled Claire and inspected her curiously. Dressed nicely, behaving in a cheerful manner...was she going to take him up on his offer after all?

"It was a good idea," he finally said, stopping in front of her. "They find it much more appealing when the girl doesn't look like she's got tons of emotional baggage. And the clothes are a nice touch, I'll admit. Very good." Peering over Claire's shoulder, Spike began to scour the crowds. "I'll set you up with someone real nice. Are you preferable toward humans or can we spice things up a bit? I know a demon who'll screw anything that walks..."

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[info]lonestarclaire
2009-08-21 03:26 am UTC (link)
He was circling her? Like actually walking around like she was some prize or something. Or a model if she was feeling particularly egotistical. She wasn't. Though he had seemed more than a little suprised at how she'd dressed, or maybe the fact she wasn't upset about something. Maybe he'd had a point there.

"Emotional baggage huh?"

The thought did cross her mind to launch into a tirade about how he'd have emotional baggage too if he'd had her life and her power but she decided he might just kick her out of the club if she tried that one. But she did allow herself an eyeroll when he talked about setting her up again.

"I meant it you know. I need to know the guy enough that I don't think he'll be another Brody and try and push me to do more than I want to. I need to at least know the guy and I don't know anyone here except..."

Except him. But that was ridiculous. Obviously.

"Look can't we just sit and drink or whatever. Why do you have to find me some guy anyway"

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-21 03:48 am UTC (link)
Spike rolled his eyes and waved in the air. "Prude." She could deny it all she wanted, but if the girl wasn't interested in finding a man in this crowd - which, all right, wasn't the best for someone like her, but it was a start - then he didn't know how she'd be able to get that bit of warmth and happiness she seemed so eager to find. Was she going to feel anything when she sat around drinking things that didn't even impact her? No. Absolutely not. She needed a good shag, right and proper. If Spike couldn't hook her up with someone, then what good could he even do her?

Ugh. Babysitting it was then. Hopefully this little cheerful act would last more than five minutes.

"Because, little one, letting one into your pants may be the solution to your problems." He was convinced. It was the only answer. "But if you're not going to listen to me, wise and clever as I am, then there's not much I can do for you. Except..." Spike gestured off at the bartender. "Go on. Waste your time drinking for no reason."

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[info]lonestarclaire
2009-08-21 04:16 am UTC (link)
"Well what am I supposed to do? I'm not gonna tramp around just to feel something. Isn't part of the whole process trusting the guy you're with?"

She ordered a relitively strong drink. It had a burn to it at the very least, gone before it even finished its way down her throat.

"And no thats not complaining before you get snarky again. I'm genuinely curious. If you want me to just go screw some random guy can you promise me I'll feel better or will I wind up feeling worse"

God the amount of people that would freak at her for even having this conversation. And probably run at Spike with sharp pointy bits of wood for encouraging it. Mostly Nathan. She thought he'd be at the top of the queue.

"I don't disagree with the needing sex thing. I'm agreeing with that, wholeheartedly. I'm just not about to whore myself out to a random guy y'know?. And seriously. Not a prude."

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-21 04:44 am UTC (link)
Spike couldn't get over how unfair it was that the girl could take her alcohol better than, well, anyone. He already imagined she could get through any drinking game in the world without so much as feeling a little bit tipsy. Lucky bitch. All that money to win, if only she had the proper lack of motivation and standards.

"Every girl I know who needs to get away from her troubles has always" - at the word 'always', Spike jabber her sharply in the shoulder with a finger - "felt something special afterward. Nice, fun time with a boy you don't know, no attachments, and nothing but good feelings. Absolutely nothing wrong with that." He leaned back against the bar and ordered himself some blood. "If you're going to be that way, however, there's still hope for you. We get loads of regulars." Spike gestured out toward the floor. "Go make a friend. Get to know him. He'll shag you later."

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[info]lonestarclaire
2009-08-21 05:17 am UTC (link)
Second drink bought and downed. Still that momentary burn from the taste and then nothing. Ugh.

"I can't sit and talk to you?" she asked "For a while, till I find some 'boy to shag'. I mean I did come to prove to you I'm not a kid, not a prude and not a whiner so I'm gonna do that before anything else. Unless you're scared of the challenge"

SBC was insane. Why would she be flirting with Spike. He was just fun sometimes, crazy in many many ways and sometimes was horrible to her. But she generally had a good time when he was around. Fun.

"What do you normally do when people are fighting?"

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-21 05:40 am UTC (link)
He couldn't suppress the incoming smirk. "Who said anything about a challenge? If I'd have known that was what I was in for, I'd have already gone and proved my point by now." The bartender slid his blood across the bartop. Spike lifted it up and gave it a sniff. It'd taste better with crackers, but they were out in the back so he wasn't going to be picky. He'd just have to skip over the texture for now. "You are a whiner. And by my rankings, you're also a little child." He tried not to look too smug at the term 'little'.

Spike sipped at his blood before he addressed her next question. "Can go over to the ring, get people all excited by commenting with a speaker on what's going on. Work up the lineup for the next matches. Place bets..." He tilted his head to the side, watching her drink curiously. "Doesn't hit you at all, does it?"

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[info]lonestarclaire
2009-08-21 05:49 am UTC (link)
"And you? Are not as badass as you like to think you are" decided Claire as he went back to the whiny child defence. Ugh she was eighteen. In no way was that childish. "And come on, what age isn't childish to you. I'm not getting any older really. Not physically. Just curious as to what a child is to you?"

She listened to him run through the various mostly unappealing things to do until he mentioned the drink.

"Nope, pretty much gets to the liver and it decides its impure and gets rid of it immediatly and regenerates the cells. Never gotten drunk and like I said I think SBC managed it with Firewhiskey cause its magical or whatever"

She grinned mischivously as she realised what else he'd said.

"Bets huh? 70 30 when we win" she decided, "Its my liver"

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-21 06:28 am UTC (link)
"Oh, I am completely badass," Spike argued, smirking, "you're just too little and naive to understand that." He reached forward and playfully tapped the side of her face with a hand. He would have gone for the cheek pinching, just to further irritate her, but Spike decided that the last thing she needed was for some vampire to embarrass her in the club full of grown men, demons, and monsters alike. Much more than he typically did, at least.

Leaning forward, looking more than interested, Spike clasped his hands together and glanced out across the floor. Oh yeah. There were plenty of suckers in here. They could make plenty of extra cash if they handled this the right way.

"Seventy-thirty?" Spike scoffed. "Fifty-fifty. This is MY club. They won't serve you anything here without my saying so."

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[info]lonestarclaire
2009-08-21 06:40 am UTC (link)
"Nah I dunno. A true badass wouldn't try and argue percentages with the girl that'll actually be doing all the drinking, nor would he try and take away the means of her winning said bet. Nor would he ever admit to serving an eighteen year old. So Sixty Fourty. You get ten percent for being amusing with your trying"

Claire knew it was potentially a very bad plan to tease a vampire, But it was Spike. And what was he gonna do bite her and her superblood. Kill her? Nah. She was safe with him and she knew it, and she suspected he knew she knew it.

He'd miss the whining. He really would.

"Its a good offer Spike"

Of course there was the rest, the threat to tell Nathan, who would never believe him over her anyway. The threat to kick her out which would loose him his potential fourty percent.

She totally had him. And finished off her drink purely so she could thump the glass back on the table with satisfaction.

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-21 07:04 am UTC (link)
Damn, the kid have a point. A few good points, actually. Swearing under his breath, he took another drink of blood before rising up from his place next to the bar. "You're annoying, cheerleader," he decided. Yeah, he was definitely beginning to miss the whining. At least then he knew how to get her to shut up properly. Here, where she was bargaining and being all determined and all that jazz, Spike didn't know what to say or do. But he'd soon figure it out. He always did.

"Fine," Spike said, moving forward, "but you're still buying all your drinks." Which would level it out to an even fifty-fifty in his book. Who said Spike couldn't fight logic with more logic? "Now come along. I know a few who might be right up our alley for this drinking thing."

Without waiting for a response, Spike snatched up a bottle of whiskey and began to lead the way across the club, past the fighting ring, and to a group parked in a corner table. He leaned forward, exchanged a few words with a the three demons and spare human sitting there, then waved Claire over to one of the empty chairs. "It seems we've reached an agreement. Last man -" He paused, then gestured at Claire. "- or woman standing wins." Spike tried not to look too smug at the skeptical looks on the faces of those that they were about to challenge. He slammed the bottle onto the table and grinned.

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[info]lonestarclaire
2009-08-21 07:13 am UTC (link)
Claire, already knowing the vampire would cave, was planning her stratagy for the bet. By about the fifth shot of...he'd grabbed whiskey. She'd start acting a little tipsy, a little behind how actually tipsy the guy she faced was. She wasn't about to show her hand. She just had a really high tolerance. It wasn't that her liver automaticly and quickly shut down the intrusive alcohol before she could feel the effects of it all.

"Fine" she told him deciding not to mention he'd grabbed the whiskey himself. She was so not paying for that.

She waited till he'd made the deal with the group and they all sat around. Oh it was gonna be all of them.

The first round was poured and Claire toasted and downed the shot glass. And the second, and the third, and the fourth. And while she still found herself perfectly healthy and sober after four one of the competitors, the human, had gone a little green

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-21 08:13 am UTC (link)
Spike pulled up a chair and began to watch as things played out. He chattered merrily with the group and made a few amusing comments about how easy all of this was going to be for them, but deep down he knew that it was all just lighthearted talk while they drank themselves into their losses. Idiots.

"Feeling all right over there, cheerleader?" Spike asked, glancing over at her with a grin.

The others burst into laughter, pointing out how she'd be gone soon along with the human. Spike cheerfully nodded in agreement. "Oh, yeah, this little girl doesn't stand a chance. Why don't you boys show her how it's done?" He poured a few more rounds and leaned back, looking far too gleeful for a person who was rooting against the person he had been spending his time with five minutes ago.

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[info]lonestarclaire
2009-08-21 03:06 pm UTC (link)
Claire let out a giggle as she downed another shot. Let them think she was getting drunker, they'd press forward. She'd never done this against a demon but the amount she consumed meant nothing, her body was cleansing it almost as soon as anything else.

"Feeling Fiiine!!" she told Spike with acted merriment and poured another round of the whiskey. The one human was long since gone running for the bathroom and one of the demons was starting to sway a little.

"S'more" she said going for another shot. This was officially way too easy. She could get used to this.

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-22 12:04 am UTC (link)
The demon that was already beginning to sway was looking a bit doubtful. Spike clapped a hand around his shoulder and nodded off toward Claire. "Between you and me? It looks like she's about to collapse any minute." That appeared to motivate him enough to force another mouthful down. Leaning back in his chair with a cheerful smile, Spike glanced over his shoulder to peer off at the match behind him. He had money on the big green one slugging that vampire down in the ring and he sure as hell needed to make sure that he did a good job of it.

It was painfully obvious that Spike enjoyed placing a good bet. Especially when he knew that he was going to win.

A few minutes later and the dizzied demon slumped over onto the table and passed out. Smirking, Spike shook his head and looked at the pair that were left beside Claire. "What a fucking pansy. Can't beat out a little girl! I suppose the two of you will be next now?"

Instigating the situation? Also terribly fun. The demons looked offended.

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[info]lonestarclaire
2009-08-22 12:34 am UTC (link)
"Uh huh" said Claire, more than a little proud of herself as she took another shot same as the demons. Difference was she felt fine. Absolutely fine. And they looked a little bit the worse for wear.

"They totallty will" she said misspeaking on purpose. "Looooose like the loooosers they are"

She played a good drunk even if she did say so herself. A very good one.

"More shots!" she said jovialy. "Lots of shots!"

The demons went from offended to smug and drank another each which Claire matched. So they drank another, and another, and so did she.

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-22 01:02 am UTC (link)
Eventually, things began to get ridiculous. One of the two demons was so astounded by the girl still being able to sit upright while he himself seemed to be struggling with the fact that he kept asking Spike if Claire was even human. Spike swore up and down that she was. He even asked the demon to give her a sniff to be sure and, after doing as much, the demon appeared to be even more baffled.

Good. It was more fun that way.

It didn't take much longer until two went down to one and one went down to an angry demon who accused them both of cheating until, he too, toppled out of his chair and passed out onto the floor in an unconscious heap. Grinning heavily, Spike leaned forward and wrapped his hands around the winnings that they had all slapped onto the table. Sliding it across to Claire, he slammed a palm on top of the pile and reached over to playfully ruffle her hair. "That," he decided, "was beautiful."

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[info]lonestarclaire
2009-08-22 01:19 am UTC (link)
Claire returned to the perfect picture of sobriaty as soon as the last demon fell to the floor and Spike leaned across ruffling her hair. Which was just friendly. Entirely. Cause he thought she was a kid.

"It really was wasn't it!. But, What it comes down to really is I'm amazing and more people should appreciate it. Like you. You should appreciate me. With some kind of fifty fifty split of winnings say?" she teased, shooting him a decidedly smug and not whiney or bratty smirk.

Okay so it was a little bratty.

"Also. Not a kid?" she tried, if he'd at least admit that she'd be happy.

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-22 03:15 am UTC (link)
The gesture was certainly a friendly one for someone like Spike. He was becoming more and more reminded of Buffy's kid sister by the minute. Except Dawn couldn't drink quite like Claire could. However, they both did tend to whine. A lot. "Oh, so we're going fifty-fifty now, are we?" Spike wouldn't argue that. It was much better than the original bargain. Without a second thought, he reached forward and knocked the demon that had passed out from his chair before flopping down into it. It was closer to both Claire and the winnings than his prior seat was. Plus, knocking unconscious people around was funny.

"You're a kid," Spike informed her, scooping up a handful of the crumpled bills so that he was able to count out the money properly. He counted a few before peering over at her and shrugging halfheartedly. "But you're all right, I suppose. For a munchkin."

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[info]lonestarclaire
2009-08-22 03:35 am UTC (link)
Claire shrugged "Well it was a good plan I guess. And this is more money than I've had in a while anyway. And...whatever, you can buy me something pretty."

He moved to the seat next to her starting to count out money and Claire wondered if she'd been wrong. If maybe he didn't think she was a kid. If maybe...

No. No he thought she was a kid.

She rolled her eyes.

"Not a kid. Legally. NOT a kid. And I really did just win you a whole lot of money so can we cut the word munchkin from the vocabulary. Besides I'm totally Glinda and not a munchkin." she added grabbing more of the bills.

Spike irritated her more than anyone ever. But he made her feel alive, made her feel just being around him. Even if he did think she was a kid. She looked down and went back to counting money. 50/50.

Just cause it was fair. No other reason.

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-22 04:33 am UTC (link)
"Okay, Glinda," Spike scoffed, stretching out comfortably in his chair. "Didn't know Glinda was a liar or a cheater," he said, smirking, "guess I need to rewatch those old movies, eh?" He wondered vaguely how much pride a young girl like her would take in the fact that she had just scammed her way through a pile of cash. It was a nice and healthy pile, too, she'd probably be able to run off and buy herself a fancy pair of shoes or a hairbrush or whatever it was that women liked spending their money on.

"That was good work you did there," he commented finally, reaching for what was left of the whiskey bottle. "I'm gonna have to have you come round more. Bring in the extra money." Because, clearly, despite the fact that he owned a successful fight club wasn't enough for Spike. Hey, no one ever said he wasn't allowed to be greedy, now did they?

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[info]lonestarclaire
2009-08-22 05:00 am UTC (link)
"Totally. Didn't you see Wicked yet. Sooo many lies"

She wasn't a kid but sometimes she remembered that Spike was old. Like centuries old. But to an immortal girl did that matter. It shouldn't, Might be easier to let herslf feel for someone that wasn't gonna die in 50 something years.

"Thanks" she said to the compliment. "I like it here, there's a buzz to the place, and you're...I mean you let me hang out with you and stuff"

Nathan would be pissed. Like utterly and completely. There would be yelling. And threats of staking.

"Just let me know when you want me"

Crap. That hadn't come out right.

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-22 05:32 am UTC (link)
"Eh, I figure why not," Spike said, propping his feet up on the edge of the table without a care, "it's one surefire way to piss off the family and we all know how much I love doing that." He could remember Peter getting annoyed with him to the point where he had actually chosen to invade Spike's old flat to attack him. Good fucking times.

At her last comment, Spike looked at her in amusement. "If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that was a really bad pick-up line." He leaned forward, shoving a handful of bills toward her. "That's for you. This..." He lifted his half and began to organize it all out in front of himself. "Is mine. So long as you bring me more money and entertainment, I'll happily play housing for you when you've got too much shit to deal with back at home."

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[info]lonestarclaire
2009-08-22 05:44 am UTC (link)
"Nathan would so not be impressed" she said a little amused. She loved her bio dad. But daughters sneaking out with undesirable boys was something he had to get used to. And he might disapprove of Spike more than Dean. Or Dean's brother.

Nah there was no 'might' about it. Though she wasn't sure who won in the Spike versus Sam disapproval.

"So you just keep me around as a way to bug Nathan and Peter someday. Thats classy Spike, really"

She nearly spluttered at the pick up line comment, and knowing any better. If he knew any better he'd kiss her or something.

Wait where had that from. Kiss him? Spike?

No no no no. Undesirable boy #1. There should be like, flashing signs or something.

"You wish" she joked pulling the money toward her "I'm way out of your league" she added cheekily. "But I suppose I'll take pity on you sometimes and come visit"

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[info]thebigbad
2009-08-22 06:16 am UTC (link)
"I am made of class," Spike declared, tipping the bottle toward his mouth. The whiskey wasn't the best, but it was suitable enough for a drinking match. Spike swallowed a mouthful and dropped it onto the table carelessly. He wasn't like little Claire over there, all invulnerable to the effects, but the burn didn't seem to be much of an issue on his part. He actually enjoyed it.

"Oh yeah?" Spike handed her the bottle. She'd sip it down like water, the lucky bitch. "I'll have you know that I'm not one to be pitied. It doesn't go well with this shirt." He smirked and glanced out toward the ring, watching as the fights continued on. "Aw, bloody hell, c'mon. I didn't put money on you for nothing, nimrod!" Swearing, Spike peered off at the battle and irritably waved a hand at the cage. "Stupid...good for nothing..." He picked up his money bit by bit and shoved it into his jacket. "You can't count on people these days, I swear. Good for nothing."

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