Who: Spike, Willow When: Morning time. Where: Inside the hotel What: Being a pest, as usual. Rating: TBD
It had only been a few days, and it wasn't that he didn't appreciate being away from Angel and all his bleeding nonsense, but even he was starting to get bored with nothing to fight, and no grand sire to make fun of. Which was probably why he found himself downstairs, cigg dangling from his lips as he absently patted his pockets for a light. Thankfully there were plenty of people to bother...at least there would have been, if he wanted to burst into flames at any rate. Lingering in the shadows, the vampire eye'd the doorway with a small frown before taking a long drag of his cigg. It hadn't taken him long to explore the first few nights, but seeing as he was currently stuck inside, for at least the next several hours, he'd need something to do to relieve his boredom.
Which was also, surprisingly, how he'd found the witch ironically enough. Leaning against the counter as his gaze flickered from the various people ducking in and out of the building to her with the raise of an eyebrow. "Morning, Red."