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

Spike wasn't easily pushed around. That was why he didn't expect for much to happen when Andrea reached out at him. Cocky as ever, he began to whip up as witty of a statement as he could muster...only to find himself flat on his back five seconds later. Shoulders planted to the ground, Spike looked up at the ceiling in momentary shock. Had that little girl just shoved him onto the floor with one hand? What the hell was he drinking? Hands to the ground, Spike pushed himself upward and, to prove that he wasn't intimidated at all, easily dropped back into the seat beside her once more. Rather than pretending to be hurt or offended, he merely turned, looked at her, and said, "If you wanted to play rough, you should have just said so, Skanky."

As always, it was his job to make up fun things to say when he was either hurt or embarrassed. Life was just so much easier that way.

"And now you have to make me a new drink. Get on it, sweetheart, I haven't got all - oh, wait. Yes, I do." He leaned against the table, looking her over curiously. There was certainly something special about her, and not in the 'oh, she's the chosen one' type of way either. "I want you to fess up to the fact that you're not in here because you were getting ready to pack up and go. You were hoping that someone would drop by." He smirked slightly. "I certainly wasn't what you were expecting, but for a girl who supposedly has no friends, why complain?"