Who: Spike and Jared. Open to any others who want to jump in! What: Settling their differences with their fists. When: Evening. Otherwise this fight would have been very awkward, considering the location. Where: Outside of the Hyperion. Rating: TBD. Expect language from Spike, at least. Status: In progress.
Spike didn't like Jared. At all. There was not a single thing that he'd found interesting about the other vampire with the exception of his undeserved pulse and the constant irritation he found himself dealing with whenever he caught a glimpse of Jared wandering about the hotel. A lot of people tended to spark a bit of annoyance with him, but Jared usually topped the cake. Of course, Spike didn't do much to help prevent that. A peace offering had been extended from Jared at one point, but Spike wasn't much for playing nice with others. Especially not some moron of a vampire who deserved nothing short of a foot up his ass.
As soon as it was agreed for the pair to meet up outside, Spike slid out of his chair, tossed on his duster, and headed out. Moments later, he was standing out in the empty street just ahead of the hotel, his attention entirely focused on the entrance ahead of him.