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

Spike didn't see it coming. If he had, he would have easily been able to evade the woman lumbering toward him angrily. Shoulders smacking the doorframe, Spike watched his drink slop forward and decorate the walls, the only thought in their unfortunate plunge to the ground being: not another bloody drink! His head bounced against the floor, causing a slight ache to pound it's way through his skull, but aside from that Spike didn't take on much damage from the fall. He instead grabbed Andrea by the wrists, twisted her back, and attempted to pin her to the ground as to keep her from doing the same thing all over again.

"You can beat up the table, missy," Spike growled, "but when you start tackling vampires around you know you've got a deathwish." Not that Spike was going to kill her. Or do much. But he wanted to make his point very clear. "Now it's clear that you're out of your fucking head right now, so I'm gonna let this one go. But the next time you decide to get pissed? Stick to attacking the table if you know what's good for you."

She needed therapy. That was a definite thought.