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Andrea Rojas loves shopping and breaking faces in. (avengingwarrior) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-03-09 20:29:00

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andrea rojas, spike

WHO: Andrea and Spike
WHAT: He bothers her. What you think the sex would change that? Pfft!
WHEN: Forward dated just a bit to after midnight, so, Oct 10, 2009.
WHERE: Her bed room. Mind out of the gutter!
Ratings: PG-13 -- R?
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete

Andrea didn't really get many slow nights. But when she did? She couldn't help but to enjoy them. She had come in just after midnight tonight, as opposed to her typical three a.m. of patroling Lawrence for criminals. With nothing to do for some time now, and sleep not being an option she considered, she pulled out her many 'stay in' stuff. Opting out of reading for tonight, she selected a playlist on the music library on her computer and soon her apartment was filled with the soft violins de Música ranchera and the compelling guitars of marachi music. As a people, she might be grately biased, however, she believed that the Latin Americans had the best songs about love. And as much as she loved Latin Pop, she was ever one to have a soft spot for the traditional music genres; at least when it came to that part of her culture.

Despite all complete and utter denial to anyone who would ask, she had quite the romantic heart. If it hadn't been the music, then it would have been a romance novel. Yes, she knew what they said about romance novels and brain rotting. However, she was rather sure that her brain was as stubborn as the rest of her and would resist rotting. Besides. Everyone had a guilty pleasure. All of this? Was just the lighter side of her list of Andrea's Secrets: Not for Wholesale.

Humming softly along to the sexy as hell actors who had played the Tres Hermanos Reyes in a novela she had enjoyed, she padded barefoot to her dresser and selecting a purple nailpolish, before going to her kitchen and grabbing three small bags of Sour Cream and Cheddar.

Oh, yeah. This was going to be such a thrilling night. Not by most-okay, not by any-definition; nevertheless, she was planning on very much enjoying this night in.

Sitting back on her bed, she opened one of the bags, popped a few of the chips into her mouth and started on one of her big toes.

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blondie_bear
2010-03-10 02:32 am UTC (link)

It seemed to be a slow night for more than just Andrea. Spike had given swinging by some of his usual local spots (those local spots being bars), but it had not panned out so well. The places were dead. No one to play cards with; no one to hustle for money. It was boring. So boring, in fact, that he suddenly felt the urge to return to the apartment complex early for the first time in...well, ever. Because, quite honestly, he couldn't stand the place most of the time. The people there, while different, didn't seem interesting enough for him to bother giving them the time of day. All save for a special handful, one of which he felt oddly compelled to visit upon his entry within the building. Usually he'd contact her first. They didn't do the social thing beyond what they were doing now. What they were doing? It was sex. Casual sex. No emotional involvement, no need to get tied down into one of those relationships that Spike seemed to be terrible at. It was good and it was healthy and he enjoyed it. Calling ahead, however, at this hour? Couldn't be done. So he decided to just show up and see if she wanted to shag. If not the shagging, then...something else. Something not boring.

Tailing his way to Andrea's place, Spike gave her door a knock. He could have gone in if he had wanted. He'd gotten the invite before - that was all he had needed. But he didn't want to piss her off more than usual. Or maybe he did? He wasn't quite sure yet. All he knew was that he was knocking. To either save the annoyance for a moment where she didn't expect it or to actually attempt being polite. He wasn't sure yet, but he'd figure it out as soon as he saw her. That much was guaranteed.

Once the door swung open, Spike raised a brow and smirked. "Not out saving damsels?" He had half expected no one to answer. What with her being a special snowflake of a 'vigilante', Spike didn't know when he was supposed to see her around.

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-10 02:55 am UTC (link)

Last person Andrea expected to be knocking at her door at this time of night was Spike. As she padded as quickly as she could on feet with mostly unpainted toenails and in her jimjams. Not that she would have hurried and changed for Spike. Her jimjams were comfy and she wasn't out to impress him. Nevertheless, she hadn't expected it to be him at her door. Mostly it was because there had been knocking involved. By Spike. She was pretty sure this could have a whole issue made of it. As it was Spike. And it was surprising. And what did he want? Sex? She was rather sure there had been an internet booty call method they had going. That involved forewarning and not just showing up at her door.

She gave him a look, a bit perplexed, highly curious, and obviously debating if she should let him in or not. After a moment she invited him in with a tilt of her head, as she scuttled back slightly on the balls of her feet.

When he entered she shut the door close behind him. "Damsels are smart enough to stay in and not practising their distress rutines in dark alleyways tonight." She answers. "Not out winning or losing money ... or kittens in cards?" Andrea wasn't aware of Spike's habits, ... at all. Except she could guess. And she sure knew how to read.

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blondie_bear
2010-03-10 05:49 am UTC (link)

Spike stepped past the mark that one would have been an invisible barrier if he had not been invited into the flat prior to now. Once inside the apartment, he turned around and flashed Andrea a teasing smile. "Winning money. Always." He tugged at the collar of his jacket and folded his arms over his chest confidently. Always the confidence with this one. "Tables are dead tonight. There's no one interesting on the streets. I thought I'd swing 'round and see how you were...holding up." He didn't want to leave it at that. Spike deepened the smirk that was already planted on his face. "Without me, that is. Because, quite clearly, you're nothing short of a dysfunctional mess unless I'm here making your life a little more pleasurable."

He was kidding. Mostly. Spike turned and strode deeper into the apartment, examining his surroundings curiously. "What have you been up to then, eh? Plotting something terribly heroic? Surfing eBay for something kinky?" He turned back to look at her, giving the attire she was currently wearing a once-over. "Right, definitely not looking for anything kinky. Not in that." Not that it was unattractive. It was just something that he had never seen the girl in before. Of course, there were plenty of things that he had never seen her in before. Plenty of things that he'd have liked to see her in as well. But he was pretty sure that wasn't news to either of them.

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-10 06:04 am UTC (link)

"Of course. My mistake. Always." She said, slightly amused, brow raised slightly as she followed him into her apartment. "You're right, Spike. It's the funniest thing. I was just thinking about how I wouldn't be able to make it through the night without you holding me." It started out as the perfect deadpan, her tone low and absolutely dry-even the appropriate punctuation with an eyeroll-but towards the end it was ruin with a small laugh. Andrea turning her head, grinning, at the sheer ridiculousness of what she was saying.

Andrea looked down at that. Which was Kermit the Frog pants, hanging low on her hips and a tank top. Then she shrugged. "Different strokes, for different folks." Pulling up the chair that had been by her desk, she placed it near him. Before going back and sitting on her bed. She wasn't exactly sure what he wanted. She figured it would be best to wait it out and see. Unless he managed to piss her off. In which she'd just bodily throw him out. "I'm listening to music and painting my nails." With that she picked up a bag of chips. "And eating Cheddar chips." It was almost automatic, because her abuela raised her right ... and she was in a good mood. "Want some?" She asked, holding the bag out to him.

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blondie_bear
2010-03-10 09:22 am UTC (link)

"Different would definitely be the choice of word I'd use for that, yeah." Spike smirked, then rolled his eyes. Some humans were just so downright ridiculous. Considering that Andrea was someone that he had predicted would have a little more bite to go with her bark, he was surprised to find that her attire was rather girlish. Definitely not something that he believed a vigilante who spent their time running through the streets at night in leather would choose to wear when they got home. But she was right. Different strokes for different folks. And he really couldn't judge entirely. After all, he was the supposed badass vampire...who enjoyed watching Passions in his free time. What? It was a wonderful series. If anyone argued different, they clearly had no taste.

He took up the chair that Andrea had offered. Flopping into it rather carelessly, Spike shook his head at the extended bag of chips. "No. I don't eat." Food didn't taste like anything to him. It wasn't quite as satisfactory as it would have once been if he were human. One of the few things that he did miss about not being a vampire. Along with the ability to actually be able to function whilst walking in the sun. Ah, how he had missed having a tan. "What color nail polish have you got there?" He leaned forward curiously. It was a genuine question. Nothing tricky or devious behind it. "Got any black?"

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-10 01:05 pm UTC (link)

"Sorry. I save my satin teddy only for special occassions." She didn't own a satin teddy. Though if she did have one, it would only be special occassions. She got the point of sexy nightwear. Andrea gave the point of sexy nightwear two enthusiastic thumbs up. Both to wear and to be the person it was worn for. However, to sleep with everynight? Unless every night was a special occassion? She didn't think so. If that was the case one might as well just sleep naked.

She nodded as she pulled back the bag of chips. It would have likely been very polite to stop eating all together. However, he was the one who had interrupted her night. And it was Spike. She'd be surprised if he made a fuss about her eating just because he couldn't. Placing the bag down, she paused at his question. Lifting the nailpolish, Andrea turned it around and showed it to him. It was dark enough but it was still purple. "But strangely enough. I do have black." Getting up again, walking more normaly now because she figured that the few toe nails she had done were dry, she padded to a dresser across from Spike, squatted down and opened one of the small doors. In it was roughly a handful of different colored nail polish. She had black right next to the bright red that was a similar shade to that of her costume. What? She had been bored enough to match her toes to her outfit once. Not that anyone could see her toes but, she'd done it none the less.

Holding the nailpolish out towards him, she asked, her eyes momentarily falling to one of his hands with the chipped nails. "Can you do it yourself or do you want me to do it for you?"

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blondie_bear
2010-03-11 03:04 am UTC (link)

Spike was pleased to find that she did indeed have black nail polish. He didn't exactly imagine himself coming in to take care of his nails when he decided to drop in for a visit, but hey? Why not? "I can do it," he said, taking up the bottle with a hand. He leaned back in his seat and twisted the cap open, sniffing at the bottle curiously as he did so. Nail polish. Not the most pleasant of scents, though he had heard of people attempting to get high off the smell before. Which was sort of amusing, if you had the maturity of a sixteen year old boy. Oh. Wait. Spike already did. "So is this what you do in your free time then? Stroll about the flat in silly pajamas, feast on chips, and paint your nails? It's sort of unimpressive."

Not that he expected impressive. Spike stretched in his chair a bit before he set the bottle aside and pulled up the little black polish smeared brush. "You wouldn't happen to have any blood lying around, would you?" He smirked off at her. Obviously, she wasn't going to. But Spike always got a kick out of the way people responded when the question was asked. It was either amusement, skepticism, or downright offense. With Andrea, Spike could never be sure what the deal was. She was either too predictable or unpredictable. Never was an in between with the woman. At least not yet.

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-11 03:32 am UTC (link)

Andrea nodded briefly before re-opening the bottle of purple nail polish, and she didn't even bother to looking up as she passed the brush over her pinky toe. "It wounds me that you think so. Or it would. If I was out to impress anyone." Who said that she was? Why should she be? "Some people like to enjoy quiet nights in. I'm one of those people." It wasn't that Andrea didn't like to go out or even get away. She did that and could likely spend evenings out having fun-could, though to be honest she hadn't done it much lately other than the few times when Faith invited her-but in the end it would always be that quiet night at home that would call to her. Even more than just walking in the night air and getting lost in the city. "Reading books. Watching DVDs. Listening to music. I happen to think it's very interesting." Her tone wasn't defensive. Just simply stating her facts.

Andrea quirked a brow. "Don't push it." Was all she said. There was a mix of exasperation and amusement in her tone. Because really? She knew him enough to know that he would take it as a challenge. Maybe. She couldn't completely put her finger on his attitude. Andrea was pretty sure that she had it figured out, in general, what was important to know and be wary of. ... for the most part. Because he-not often-did have this tendency of turning what she thought she had figured out about him on it's head. Which could be said for anyone: People were surprising. However, for the most part, people were predictable enough. Spike had this habit, she had yet to decide if it was annoying or more than a little intriguing, of making her take ten steps back and reasses. While the chances of him not taking it as a challenge to make a nuisance of himself were very, very low the chance that he honestly wouldn't-and thus ended up surprising her ... again-she was discovering was significant enough.

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blondie_bear
2010-03-11 09:58 am UTC (link)

Spike ran the brush over a nail. It was probably strange for one to see a man, let alone a vampire, sitting about an apartment with a female painting his nails, but Spike had never really been one for playing by the rules anyway. The only rules he lived by were his and they were fairly shady and fucked up as it was already. He liked being out of the norm. Being in the norm was sort of like being a stick. He didn't want to be a stick. Spike much preferred being the whole damn tree. Spike set the brush aside, straightening up just a little in the chair that he was seated on. As soon as Andrea finished her statement, he swept an arm out - almost as though he were introducing Andrea to a crowd - and simply said: "The vigilante, everyone. She reads books, watches DVDs, and practices the general habits of your average, every day sixteen year old high school girl." There was a faint glint in his eyes that indicated that Spike was merely teasing. If he wanted to truly mock her, he could have gone all out. But now he was just playing. Which was rather polite for someone like him.

Spike picked up the brush again, resuming his work at his nails. "I'm a little surprised is all," he admitted, shrugging, "not that your boring habits are a bad thing. It's just a bit surprising." Though he couldn't quite talk. He knew demons who played poker and sobbed over their favorite TV shows being canceled. Or, to phrase it properly, he had known demons who behaved that way. Not so much anymore, what with them being in an alternate universe of sorts now.

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-11 01:55 pm UTC (link)

"Well!" Andrea let out a mock huff, before giving an over the top expression of being earnest. "There's a very good chance that some of those DVDs are," she paused and said in a hush tone, "dirty!" She leaned forward and blew lightly on her toes unable to hide her smile, before putting that foot down and continuing with the other foot. They weren't dirty. However, sixteen. That had been all about huffing and puffing about being cooler than one was. Not that she'd ever been terribly earnest as a teenager.

"How is it surprising?" She asked. Pausing with the nail polish. Genuinely curious. Not that his opinion would cause a sudden shift of what she thought of as fun. She was set in her boring habits and not much, mocking or advice or anything short of the world ending -- and wasn't that strange to mean that literally?, could get her to change that. She was just honestly curious as to what he had in his mind about what she should be having as relaxing time habits.

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blondie_bear
2010-03-12 01:19 am UTC (link)

"Dirty? You?" He raised a brow, as if to question the situation. "Maybe just a little." Spike knew a thing or two about being dirty. And Andrea, as he had personally witnessed, sometimes had her moments. Spike finished off a nail, his work likely less precise and cleanly done as Andrea's. Not that Spike much cared. As long as his nails were black, he didn't care. It was his look. A look that he fully intended on carrying on, no matter how often people compared him to Billy Idol. It wasn't his fault the sod had decided to steal everything from him. If Spike knew where the moron lived, he'd go out of his way to hunt him down. Beat the truth out of the bastard if need be. Then not one person in the world would be able to claim that Idol was the one that he was mimicking. Please. Like he'd ever.

"You seem like a stubborn, uptight, bitch sometimes is all." Spike said those words so casually, one might even assume he didn't think he was insulting her at all. It was just a statement. Wasn't like he was calling her names or anything. "Thought I'd come back here, find you sipping tea and cleaning your tupperware." All the rage. Tupperware cleaning. Whoo-hoo. "Either that or going through your...do you use knives? A knife set. Some sort of vigilante-like activity. Nothing laid back and relaxed like this. Just doesn't seem much like something you'd be into."

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-12 05:08 am UTC (link)

Andrea raised her brows slightly in mild surprise, trying to recall the last time somone had said that she was even a little bit dirty. Ruby had called her a tease. More than once. Before ... everything. But that was not the same thing. It had been a while since anyone had said that she was even remotely close to that, to naughty. Andrea found it interesting. It was nice to know. Not in a, Let's take it up a slutty notch kind of way. Rather in more of a, Would you look at that? ... She could be dirty. Sometimes. Which was good. Because all the time woild be problomatic.

When he mentioned using knives there was a slight stilling of the brush stroke. Something that could have been missed if not noticed at the same second; since Andrea was sure that he didn't her well enough to notice it otherwise. Knives were far from being as bad as guns. She used knives for cooking. Not the same kind. However, there was a time after the hospital she'd only used forks and spoons to eat. Can you believe that? Kind of ridiculous, wasn't it? But for a while knives would just turn into the image of that one one of those fuckers used to stab her heart. Which had her thinking of That. Night.

Maybe one day she would come to be okay with guns, like she could deal with all types of knives now. Though she avoided the ones used outside of the kicthen.

"That's because I am a stubborn, uptight, bitch." The slight chuckle she gave was just slightly forced. "I'm also not a one dimension character plan. I like to relax. I like to have fun. I love the beach. I love telenovelas. I love bothering my friends. I'm just a girl who likes those things and happens to be a bitch 89% of the time," She shrugged. "No." The word came out just a bit sharper than she meant it to. "I don't use weapons." Then she amended. "Outside whatever I find around on the ground and use. You don't need weapons against the average criminal when you're like a bajillion times stronger than they are."

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blondie_bear
2010-03-12 10:54 pm UTC (link)

Now that was new. Spike had dabbled in fighting with all different sorts of people, but he rarely ran into anyone who considered weaponry a bad thing. Weapons were good! They were shiny. They made people hurt. Spike quite liked having something sharp and pointy to swing at his enemies faces. Sharp, pointy, dangerous things tended to make him smile. "You don't necessarily need weapons, but they are fun to play with." Spike leaned back in his chair, setting the nail polish aside for the time being. "Just 'cause you're strong doesn't mean that you're not vulnerable. One of those bastards gets a lucky swing in and that's it. You're screwed." With a weapon. Not with their fists. "Even I use weapons and I could probably throw half the people I fight across the room without lifting more than a couple fingers. And then some."

Spike really didn't get it. He took pride in the weapons that he got to use in battle. In fact, he used to have a sword that he was particularly fond of. Went back quite a few years and now he wasn't terribly certain on where it really was, but it had been a fucking fantastic sword all the same. "Are you some kind of monk?" Spike laughed. "Or what? What's the deal?" Maybe it was just her general preference. But not wanting to take up a weapon in the heat of battle seemed a little more than silly to him.

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-13 12:01 am UTC (link)

"No." She said, sharply, once again. "They really aren't." Then she paused, lips pursing slightly before adding, "In my opinion. They aren't. If the work for you, that's good."

There was a part of her that found it just a bit funny that he was telling her just how screwed she was if she didn't have a weapon. She knew already. She could imagine the scenarios. While she had been at the hospital, she had imagined the scenarios. If she had had a gun would that have made a difference? Yes. It would have. She wouldn't have had her powers. Which at that very moment, would have been fine with her. But now, she wouldn't ever want it that way. Especially when you consider the fact that her mother would have been dead either way. They had shot her mother first before they had stabbed her.

"Believe me." Andrea said, screwing the cover of the nail polish in tightly. "I know exactly how screwed I could be. I've thought about it. And I'm still not com -- I still don't want to use them." She shrugged. Getting up and carefully padding to put the polish away. If she didn't now. It would likely roll under her bed and she would misplace it. Best to be organized when one remembered to be.

"Why do you use them?" She asked, tilting her head slightly, arms crossed, as she leaned against the dresser. "And how many humans do you fight? Crossbows and swords aren't exactly things that you carry around in Metropolis. It's guns and knives." Or bows and arrows. But that wasn't her thing. "For the most part. And I don't use either. I don't like them." Her deal? Did he expect her to tell him.

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blondie_bear
2010-03-13 12:54 pm UTC (link)

Spike didn't get it. He really didn't. Vigilante like her, one would think that she'd take pride in having at least one good weapon. Aside from her fists, that was. They'd only get her but so far. Spike couldn't imagine Andrea managing to get by the regular demons and vampires back in L.A. without having something good to defend herself with. Perhaps it was different in her world, but he had been under the impression that even there they had super powered freaks running around that couldn't just be put down with a punch to the side of the head. "Right, that's real logical," he stated with a roll of his eyes, "woman, sometimes you don't make a lick of sense. This being one of those 'sometimes' I'm referring to."

Why did he use them? "I like them. Have a good sword or crossbow or whatever in your hands and it makes going out and killing things that much more entertaining." Spike grinned a bit. "'Course, in case you didn't already know, I've always taken a fancy to killing things. Before I was evil it was a hobby. Went out, murdered humans, demons, and vampires all over the place - didn't matter to me, so long as I got the chance to spill some blood and cause some pain. It's a bit different now, but I get in my fights where I can." Spike resisted the temptation to pull out a cigarette and start smoking. He half wanted to just to irritate Andrea, but the other half of himself didn't want to ruin their discussion by bringing out the distracting cigarette. Later, probably. "Used to have a small collection of things back in Sunnydale when I still had my crypt," he informed her, "good sword or two, a crossbow...you know. The usual stuff. For me. Didn't use guns, if that's any consolation. Knives were a given though." Guns didn't kill demons. They made them hurt, sure, but they weren't gonna get the job done. "Fight plenty of humans, I just don't often kill them. Why don't you like them? The weapons, that is?" He watched her carefully, putting on an expression of pure interest. He wanted to know.

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-13 03:32 pm UTC (link)

"Logic and me. We aren't exactly the best of friends." Especially when she was being stubborn about something. It wasn't that she was exactly illogical or even closed-minded. It was more in the case that if she thought she was right, if something made sense to her and was working just fine, it took a while for her to except that there was an idea that was ... more right. Just because it was "logical" didn't mean shit. Andrea attempted to be reasonable and fair, but not necessarily always logical.

As she said this, she began unconsciously rearranging some of the things to her right. She was tense, if that wasn't a bit obvious. This wasn't a subject that she liked talking about. At all. Because it broached too close to talking about That. Night. The only person she had ever explained it all to was Clark. And that ... was another night. Distracting herself with cleaning, helped her from snapping at him to mind his own business. Because the moment, despite her disliking the direction in which the discussion was going, was a nice one. It was strangely just a bit more than irritatingly civil. It was interesting. And she was far too curious for her own good. She wanted to see how long they could keep this going. As much fun as sniping at him could truly be. This was .. interesting. Plus, though she would never say it, she was liking hearing about his past. It might be hypocritical of her, given how closely she tended to keep things to her chest, but Andrea enjoyed finding out about people's reasonings and motives. The past, how their minds worked. And as much as he annoyed her, Spike was a fascinating individual in and of himself. Which was what made this all that much nicer. Because he spent so much time bothering her, and attempting to put her on the defensive, there hadn't been much time pick his own brain other than what she got from Andrew a few times. Or whatever she managed to glean from him in their hostile conversations.

Her own expression of curiousity and interest was plain to see on her face; however, she shuttered that away, slightly when he insisted on asking why she didn't like weapons. There it was on the tip of her tongue to snap at him to just leave it be. However, since he never seemed to do so whenever she asked him before, she doubted he would do it now. And chances were he'd be more irritating about it. He was being ... not nice about it. But not a culero about it and that was .. appreciated.

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-13 03:32 pm UTC (link)

Lips pinched slightly at the corners, forefinger rubbing slightly at her hairline before her hands fell back and caught the edge of the dresser table, breath pushed out in slight resignation through her nose. She decided to just tell him her part. Not about her mother. "Where I'm from, it's kind of hard not to have a bad experiance with weapons. Guns, knives, those kinds of things. You either end up using them as an extension of yourself. To make yourself more powerful." The mocking was quite obvious in her tone. "Or you end up hating them. Some people fall in the middle. They get them to feel secure, you know? Safe. Usually they end up causing more trouble than they're worth." Fear and weapons. Not the best mix. Neither do kids and weapons. Though Andrea knew better than most people how those stories are blown up. Out of proportion. That a person could have a gun or a knife in their home and be okay. However, in the Slums "okay" and "nothing happening" were two completely different things. Where she came from the violence-in general-happened far too frequently to have any sort of negligent feelings about guns. In her opinion, it was as she said, you either used them or you hated them. Even the fence sitters had leanings. More towards the other way. "In my home? They weren't allowed. Mi abuela would have reemed me a new one if I ever brought any of that mierda home. Heck, I heard about it whenever someone else's kid did." Andrea paused when she realized that she was getting off a bit off topic, rambling about something he very likely could care less about. Blinking slightly and sighing, she said. "I hate them. I've had bad experiances with them. Seeing as I'd be dead if I hadn't gotten a heart transplant. That might be more reason for you to start using weapons but it isn't good enough for me. Don't touch the stuff and I doubt that I ever will."

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blondie_bear
2010-03-16 06:32 am UTC (link)

"Ah, so you're from the city." That wasn't a hard thing to pick up. Most people were pretty violent in places like that. Spike could recall his days back in L.A. - both before he'd stumbled into Angel and during - even without the vampires and demons running around the place, it had been dangerous. Gangs, people thinking that they were tough shit with a gun on their person; those people, all grouped in different places, adding on to the supernatural levels of trouble that they all dealt with on a regular basis. Spike didn't take much of a fancy to them, really. Outside of scamming them out of their cash and belongings, he wanted nothing to do with them. They were incredibly daft most of the time with no motivations outside of peddling drugs, making money, and earning some sort of name for themselves. In a way, he could get that. Spike had been out looking for a degree of respect himself back when he still went about killing innocents. Dropping Slayers like flies had become something of an obsession of his. It was what made him so popular among the vampires of his world. They were either impressed or intimidated by him, both of which Spike had nothing short of a fondness for at the time. Power really was something else, wasn't it? The things it made people do.

Bad experiences. Spike didn't really know what to say about all that. He'd had plenty of bad experiences with people who both carried weapons and didn't carry weapons. Glory, for example. She had easily beaten him into a bloody mess of a pulp with her bare hands. Could've torn him apart right on the spot (and she nearly did), but Spike wasn't going about protesting fists, was he? However, Spike was sort of used to pain. He even sort of took levels of pleasure from it. Torture was a bitch, sure enough, but Spike always got through it in one...or, okay, a few pieces. The only reason he didn't roll his eyes and declare that she was pretty pathetic for her dislike of weaponry right then and there was because she was human. She hadn't experienced what he himself had. Maybe the rude approach was what Andrea was expecting of him. But, since she did dig out the explanation, Spike was going to attempt civility. Sort of.

"Is that why you spend your free time in the streets? In leather?" He bit back a smirk. No need to make any jokes about prostitution. Yet. "Got hit by the bad end of a nasty attack and you decided that the only way to make it proper was to go out there and make a job of it for yourself?" He thought that was sort of respectable. Kind of stupid. Completely stupid, in fact. But respectable. It was better than her up and deciding one day that she'd make a fantastic, leather ridden superhero. At least she had a cause.

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-17 04:24 am UTC (link)

"Born and bred." She had seen some of the versions of Metropolis that made it seem like some kind of Pleasantville but on Saks or something. Her version wasn't like that. It wasn't something out of some Dystopian novel, the way she'd seen them portray other "D.C." cities. It was a beautiful city. However, it was also a highly corrupt one. With higher than your average crime rate. Especially in the slums. However, it was home to her. It was her city.

She narrowed her eyes at him slightly, at first in suspcion but then the movement softened because of surprise. Because she was surprised that he hadn't started mocking or hadn't made a crude comment. Although her body hadn't changed position, leaning the furniture and hands holding onto the edge, a brief hint of appreciation flashed across her features. Before her lips curved slightly in a humorless smile; though she had to admit that she was a bit amused.

"Something like that." Andrea answered. Relieved that he hadn't decided to start something and relieved that he wasn't pushing for more. Because that would lead to her telling him to fuck off. "The police weren't really doing anything. I decided to." And that was the end of that. "The leather came because running around in a leotard is fucking cold, not to mention annoying." She said, hoping to veer the topic to another course.

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blondie_bear
2010-03-19 03:42 am UTC (link)

"You can't expect anything from the soddin' police," Spike stated, the statement coming out as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Dunno why you'd wait for them to begin with. Most they'll do is investigate for a bit, come up with some sort of story to satisfy everyone, and leave it at that." Spike capped his hands together and leaned forward, shaking his head as he did so. "Best choice is to go on and take care of it yourself. It's the best way to do things in life in general, really. I used to be a sucker for following this band of vampires 'round back in the day. Did what I was told. Was loyal as could be. Then one day I decided, what the hell, I'm gonna break the rules. Do my own thing. Stop being Angelus' little bitch." The corner of Spike's mouth briefly turned upward. "Went off and killed myself a pretty little Slayer. Parted ways with him afterward. Not as honorable as your story, I'm sure, but there it is."

Spike looked down at his hand, examining the fresh coat of paint on his nails. It was still drying. Looked rather decent, however. He didn't make a clean job of it, but it was certainly passable. As long as it didn't look like he painted over them in the dark. Which wouldn't be a bad thing since he could see fairly well in the dark, but still. The old saying. "You'd have looked good in a leotard. Though I admit being preferable to the idea of leather." Spike looked up at her, grinning. "You'll have to show me this costume of yours. Maybe bring it into the bed with you one good time. Could make a game of it, eh? I'll be the villain, you'll be the big, bad vigilante. Real sexy, that."

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-19 04:16 am UTC (link)

"Because I wasn't interested in doing their job." It might sound a bit self-centered. Or uncaring. However, that was how things were. Her mother had never been a fan of the governmental system, either. However, she had always been more interesting in working with it when she could. What her mother had done was fix their messes. Which, one could say was what she did. However, she was much. Much more offensive about things. In more ways then one. Her mother believed that people could be helped. Andrea believed that only certain people could. And it wasn't the gang members and it certainly wasn't the police. "The police, the lawyers, the big corporation, were bastardos that got in the way. But back the I never had the incentive to ... deal with the outside of the law."

Andrea crossed her legs at the ankle, leaning forward slightly as she crossed her arms. "No," Her mouth quirked up slightly. "Not as honorable. But yeah, I see it." And she did. "Angelus ... the vamp that turned you?" She asked, curious. Or someone who had some hold over him.

Walking away from the dresser and shot him a quick smirk. "I know I would have looked good in a leotard. I've worn one before. Which is how I know, running around in one in the middle of the night would have been un dolor en el culo." Walking back to her bed, she plopped down easily enough. Very mindful of her laptop. His words surprised a laugh from her. Andrea couldn't help it. Her head tilted slightly and she let out a real laugh. Thoroughly entertained. She grinned in return, "Okay." She had laughed because what Spike had said? Had thoroughly amused her, even though she was far from surprised that he'd thought of it and said it. That didn't mean that the idea didn't appeal to her.

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blondie_bear
2010-03-19 08:25 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't her job, no, but it was personal. The way Spike saw it, when things got personal it was always your job to take care of them. If she wanted to expand that into stopping crooks on the street? Then, yeah, that was her deal. As for him, if he had beef with someone else out there, he was gonna hunt them down and settle it the old fashioned way: by ramming his fist into their faces. "You eventually got the bloody incentive either way," Spike pointed out, shrugging. "That's what happens when you reach life-changing moments. Didn't want to drink blood until I got turned into a vampire, but here we are." Speaking of blood - he needed to stock up on some more. There was a nice little place in the city that he usually went to. They had quality stuff. Fresh. Not as fresh as it'd be coming straight from the vein, but what could he say? It was as good as it was gonna get. Making a mental note to put some time in for a visit, Spike clasped his hands together in his lap and leaned forward in his chair.

"Yeah, that'd be him. He's got a soul now, too, the pansy." Spike rolled his eyes. Whatever. Angel might've done it first, but Spike did it better. That was what counted, wasn't it? "He looks a lot like that Booth fellow. In fact, they might well be exact twins. Funny how that works, innit?" He thought it was actually quite hilarious. If only Angel would show up here now. The things that he could do to torment the both of them. For now, Spike would have to settle with this Booth guy. Which was fine by him, because at least he couldn't really punch the hell outta him like Angel could. Not that Spike would even so much as admit that Angel had the potential to punch him any in the first place. But the vampire did have a good swing every now and again. Maybe.

Once Andrea wandered over to the bed, Spike tilted his head to the side, eyes obviously dropping down to examine her in inappropriate places as she went. Hey? No one ever said he couldn't look. After all, he had already done plenty of touching. "Okay?" Spike grinned, looking downright devious. "Gonna tell me when you're going to give that a go or do I have to come over there and make you put the outfit on myself?"

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-19 10:02 pm UTC (link)

"I meant before." Andrea clarified. She hesitated before leaving it at that. This was becoming too much of a share session. And the weirdness wasn't because that it was Spike, though ... wow, that certainly made it odder, but because she like to keep things close to her chest. However, she had just rambled once. Once was enough. "Now," She shrugged. "It feels like I'm their freaking baby-sitter. Figuratively cleaning their butts. At least here in Lawrence isn't half as bad as it was in Metropolis." Now it was just part of the bigger picture. Her responsibilities and she did it. Maybe not always gladly but she did it.

"After you or before you?" Andrea asked, the slow drawl of amusement very apparent. With Spike you could never know. It was very likely that this Angel guy had gotten his soul first but Spike being Spike thought he did everything better. Everything bad ass. "Yeah, I did notice that with the irritation that seems to come off the screen from him whenever someone confuses the two of them. Funny for you." And for her. And likely other people. She didn't know Booth well but she liked him well enough. However, she wasn't going to deny the way Spike wound him up tended to make her laugh. She had said it before when she'd been split by the kryptonite-likely just to spite herself-but she found the vampire to be a very funny individual.

"That's what I said." Andrea tucked her legs under her, leaning forward by propping her elbow on her calf and her chin on her fist. "I was going to tell you but now I actually want to see you give it a try." One thing Spike would have learned by now for sure from the sex they'd had was the fact that Andrea liked being in charge. She would give as good as she got and she would give and then some. She could even ... compromise. However, him making her put anything? Would either end up with him getting a knee to the groin or some really hot sex. Because she really was too curious for her own good and the chances of her actually letting him do it were nil. And Spike was type, whether joking or not, to either suddenly declare himself bored with the entire ordeal or to take the challenge. That was what she noticed about him.

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blondie_bear
2010-03-21 05:32 am UTC (link)

He couldn't imagine a city like Lawrence being the biggest draw-in for crime. What with the demons running around here, however, he imagined that'd surely change soon enough. They just needed to give it some time. Soon enough, this place might well be the holder for the highest crime rate in America. Los Angeles was pretty good with the crime. Made for an interesting time when he wanted to go out and kill something evil. Sunnydale? Was even better for it. Gang activity, they had called it. Yeah, right. Gang activity. Deep down, Spike believed that half the people who wrote those articles and reports were either incredibly stupid or really did know what was happening out there, but didn't want to bother trying to convince the public of the truth. It made Spike often wonder what the world would be like if people actually were aware of the existence of vampires, demons, and the like. Would people fight against them or would they cower in fear? He imagined the government, at least, would choose to take some form of action. Personally? He liked it better that they were a secret. Made his life easier.

"Before me." Spike shrugged, looking uninterested. "In my defense, he had his soul given to him. Evil and all, it was forced. Not me though. Could've decided to off and kill more people. Chose to go out and fight for mine instead. That's the difference between me and Angel, see? He gets everything handed to him. Always has." It was because he was a bleeding pansy of a vampire who wasn't man enough to do anything for himself. Which didn't logically make sense if he was the one who always got everything, but Spike wasn't going to go there. He preferred his insane logic just fine.

Spike was just about to go for another coat on his nails when Andrea spoke once more. What was this? He turned slightly in his seat, looking intrigued. A challenge? Spike stared at her quietly for a moment, as if he were sure that she was going to burst out in laughter or deliver some other indication that suggested that she was indeed joking. When she failed to do so, he leaned back in his chair rather smugly, spread his arms out wide, and said, "Where's the costume, Rojas?"

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-21 05:59 am UTC (link)

Despite all his ego and getting the sense that he was exaggerating things a bit, because he certainly seemed good at that, Andrea also got the sense that he was mostly telling the truth. Which impressed her despite herself. Impressed. With Spike. There were vague moments of said emotion towards his person but it'd never been distinctive. She had a feeling that there was more to it but she didn't press.

If he wanted to share motive he would. If he didn't want to, then she would go without knowing.

Andrea continued to watch him, mildly intrigued. Smug already, was he? While that would certainly prove to make the situation enjoyable and confidence was always admirable, she let out a small 'tsk'. Because cockiness was always a down-fall. She pointed lazily towards the closet. "All the way towards the back." Was all she said.

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blondie_bear
2010-03-27 03:38 am UTC (link)

Closet. Toward the back. It was all that Spike could do to fight off another smug grin, going right in that direction. He pulled the closet door open and shoved a hand inside, digging around for the object that he was seeking out. Costume. Leather costume. This was nothing on the scale of the kinky and insane that Spike had done in the past, but it was definitely a pleasant start. Andrea the vigilante, in her leather outfit. He would have asked her if she had any whips to spice things up, but considering the way that their conversation about weapons had gone? Spike highly doubted it. It didn't really matter to him. All the same, he was getting some. Unplanned sex. It was like a birthday present on the day after Christmas when it came to someone like her. Spike, without a doubt, was pleased.

Hauling out the costume in question, Spike didn't deliver it to Andrea right away. Instead he gave the entire thing a look-over, as if he were trying to decide as to whether or not he could imagine Andrea running about the city wearing it. After a moment, he shook his head. No. Definitely not. "This is it, eh? Not what I imagined, I have to admit." He turned, looking at Andrea with a smirk. "It's wild. Not too wild, but wild enough to make me raise a brow when someone references it in relation to you."

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-27 10:38 pm UTC (link)

Andrea sat up, watching him, her head tilted up to get a better look at his actions. Shaking her head slightly, a smile lingered the corner of her lips. He seemed to have commentary about everything and she knew that he would have comments to make about her costume. She wanted to hear them. Yes, she actually wanted to hear them. This night was turning out to be more amusing than she would have imagined. Even after letting him into her room. Not to mention, even though she'd invited him to stay, it had still turned out pretty quiet. Not include mini-confessions ... Andrea saw that as a good thing. She was pleased that he hadn't ruined that. And bewildered.

"That's it." She said with a nod, glancing at the outfit once, before carefully watching him. An inquisitive smile spreading across her mouth. Andrea chuckled. "It's black. It's red. And it has an awesome coat. It's stylish. I wouldn't say that it was wild exactly." She gave the outfit another glance, before grinning at Spike. "You underestimate me." She sing-songed. Andrea didn't think it was bad as outfits went. She had seen the Black Canary's on the internet. Hell. She had seen Felicia's. Her outfit wasn't even close to that. It made her wonder what he had expected her to be wearing when he said 'more wild' than he would have figured to her. It was leather. Most leather outfits tended to have a little ... oomph. No matter how practical and reserved. Nevertheless, Andrea did understand what he meant. If someone she'd interned with at the Daily Planet had been shown that outfit in relation to her they would have been shocked. Her clothing, while with style, had been reserved and maybe a touch dorkish. It went with the glasses ... and it was comfortable. Nothing more annoying than being uncomfortable in someplace like the Planet. Not to mention being uncomfortable in anyway had the vultures swarming. Nonetheless, those people hadn't been baiting her like Spike had. Acting like they had her all figured out. Seems like he didn't. Which she had always known. But she was smug as well now. Or more so. Because this was the second-no, was it third?-time tonight, he'd gotten her wrong. And because she really would like to see him make her.

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blondie_bear
2010-03-29 06:30 am UTC (link)

"It's wild enough for a gal like you," Spike retorted with a snort. "Fuck, I was expecting to pull out a huge leather drape. No style. No nothin'. Just something you throw around those sexy shoulders of yours and go paradin' about the streets in like some sort of cape wearing maniac." Spike carried the costume over to her bed and lifted it upward, examining it for a moment. "Gotta say, Rojas, this ain't too shabby. Now..." He tossed it at her. Hey, she said that she wanted him to make her try on the costume. Who was to say that throwing at her and demanding that she do so wouldn't be a terrible place to start? "Why don't you take those clothes off for me and slip that there Angel of Vengeance, vigilante extraordinaire costume on, eh? C'mon." Spike didn't let it go just there, of course. He wouldn't exactly have been Spike if he didn't make sure to add: "Or, if it's too much trouble, I could take those clothes off for you." He raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Wouldn't be any trouble at all over here. I like being helpful." Helpful, yeah. That was it.

He wasn't exactly going to rip those clothes of hers off without her permission. Spike had seen the bad side of one trying to do that before ended up being like - after all, he had tried to rape Buffy. Him. The him that was evil. Not the him that was here and now. Spike wouldn't do that. He might have been slightly out of his mind and a total jackass, but he wasn't about to rape anyone. That shit was fucked up and it was something he never planned on being part of again, evil or not. Not that evil excused his actions - he refused to let it do so - but Spike was officially a changed man. And when Andrea suggested that he make her put on the costume, he had other more reasonable methods in mind. Like the power of persuasion.

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-30 02:46 pm UTC (link)

She probably should have been insulted and maybe in another situation she would have been, just a tiny bit, but now she just laughed. Cape wearing maniac? Right. He was far off the mark. As much as he had been with the leotard approval. Yeah. Because that would happen when ... actually, Andrea really wouldn't have put it past the seals to have pigs flying the next morning. Best to just say that it would never happen. No capes. No leotards. No spandex. No tights. No ugly neon colors. Not now. Not ever. Not for her. No siree bob.

She leaned forward, her chin between her palms, fingers curling against her cheeks when he finished speaking. "Is it that hard to admit that you don't know what kind of gal that I am? That you don't have me all figured out? Come on say it. Come on. You know you wanna. It's alright Dr. Spike I won't mock. Much." Straightening, she looked at her outfit, trailing her fingers lightly on her coat. "Of course it isn't shabby. I picked it. Despite whatever plain jane image you have me in that over-imaginative brain of yours, I do have style."

"Nope. The plan was for you to attempt to get that on me. No backing down now, Sparky. Or -" Andrea cut herself off, she was about to taunt him when an idea came into her head. She paused to consider it. Smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Okay. New plan." Standing up, she pulled the outfit up and held it up in front of her. "We're going to play a little game. You're going to take a guess. About me. Before you say anything about ego, it wouldn't be fair to play a guessing game about you, because I'm not the one prancing about thinking I've got you all figured out. And plus. I like to win." She said with a small shrug. "Everytime you guess something correctly about me. I'll take an item of clothing off and put on something of the costume. Everytime you guess something wrong. You have to take an item of clothing off." The smug smirk grew. Andrea expected that she'd be half to mostly naked by the end of this. However, she expected that she'd get a fully naked Spike before that happened. And she was more than okay with that. "Are you interested?"

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