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Spike is the big bad vampire with a soul. (blondie_bear) wrote in wariscoming,

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?"