William the Bloody (Spike) (bloody_billy) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-05-05 09:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, !log, !match-up, ~50 points, ~~nyssa al ghul (notmrsqueen), ~~spike (bloody_billy) |
Who: Spike & Nyssa
What: Matchup: Random Meeting
Where: Alley behind the Strip Club
When: Saturday Morning (around 2am)
Warning: TBD (possible language, violence, drinking)
Fresh blood lingered on his lips; the coppery taste still on Spike's tongue, as he stood there in the alley behind the Strip Club where he worked. Being a bouncer wasn't a bad gig. Tossing drunks out, keeping the dancers from getting harassed, and having a decent place to drink suited him well. Still there was something satisfying about being done with a shift. Especially since he had a few hours till sunrise to spend as he saw fit. The sound of a painful moan echoed out across the brick walls, coming from the body of a fat drunk laying on the pavement where Spike had left him. Another human who had drank too damn much, and decided it'd be amusing to try and grab some of the girls. After tossing him to the curb William found himself waiting there; waiting for the cab to arrive so he could chuck the fat man into it and send him home. Waiting to be done with his last task of the night before his job was done.
Pre Madison Valley Spike would've just killed the sodding bloke, but after the last few weeks...after growing closer to Buffy, well killing and maiming weren't really on the table anymore. Oh the bleach blonde vamp had barely even hit the guy, just a quick punch to the gut was all it had taken to send the drunk to the ground. Now as he waited for the cab to arrive the vamp turned his focus to other things. There was no denying that it might have looked bad; Spike with blood on his chin and lips, that switch blade of his in hand, and a human laying there in the alleyway. Still while stuck there waiting for the ride for the drunk William grabbed a quick snack from a blood bag, and shifted his focus towards cutting out a few coupons from a newspaper he had found left inside. The switchblade made short work of the buy one get one free coupon for the local grocers sale on pints of ice cream, and with a grin the vamp stuffed it into the pocket of his black leather jacket before glancing back over at the drunk on the ground.
"Oi, quit your bloody whimpering, mate. Gave you fair warning inside, but you just didn't listen. You're just lucky the coppers weren't called on you, so do me a sodding favor and try to not puke till I can shove your fat ass into the cab when it gets here...last thing I need is you vomiting on my boots."
With a sigh the vamp just shook his head, actually regretting his enhanced senses for a moment as the foul smell of the bastard filled the air. Not bothering to spare the man another glance Spike turned his gaze back to the newspaper; the blade in one hand tapping away on it as his eyes scanned the coupons again...all while he lazily sipped on the now mostly empty blood bag in his other hand too as he softly muttered to himself. "Maybe she'd like frozen pizzas? But not sure what kind. Still buy two get one free sounds like a decent deal."