♙ I'm not the man they think I am at home

[allbloodyhail]

Who: Spike & E V E R Y O N E
What: THE BEST ROOMWARMING PARTY EVER!!!!1
When: backdated to February 4th
Where: C1 Floor 2 Room 9 (Spike's room obvs.)
Summary: No one wants to miss the SOCIAL EVENT OF THE SEASON. Also an Angel piñata & Jack Sparrow is the guest of honor. GO CRAZY!

[Spike paced, waiting for the first arrivals. It was barely sundown as he pulled the curtains away from the windows and set various foodstuffs on the counter for general consumption, though the onions are mysteriously disappearing before the party begins. Magic.

The Ramones are playing softly in the background on a stolen boombox, the wine Buffy brought set up next to the whiskey he himself nicked. One would think it'd be impossible to have an anxiety attack without a beating heart...

For once, Spike has ditched his typical black on black for charcoal slacks and a light blue sweater, though the ever-present motorcycle boots haven't gone anywhere. He's ready to make a complete fool of himself, drink in hand as he answers the door.]

Comments

[fleurdesel]

"At your leisure, m'lord." She watches the cork fly with no little amusement, and huffs a soft laugh at where it lands. "I do not know if that was deliberate on your part or not, but well done in either case."

Adele extends her glass for the sweet, bubbly wine and offers Jack a fond smile. "I am certain France loves you just as well, so long as you do not sully our wine or food, we are mostly forgiving."

[all7seas]

"With that size forehead? It would be luck to miss it." Ha. Any potshot at Angel was a wonderful thing. Jack pours her some champagne, though for himself he is keeping the Screech.

"And France has treated me well enough over the years. I really owe allegiance nowhere, so I'm not too fussed by any of the conflicts. You know. British versus the French, and all that."

[fleurdesel]

"I will admit, it is a substantial forehead. One wonders if it is an exaggeration of sorts, or true to life." She lifts her glass and dips her head in thanks before sipping the champagne, warmed by it a little.

"France has always had a fondness for our scoundrels and Pirates. I wonder..." Tilting her head, it wasn't entirely impossible, but it'd be amusing were it true. "Have you ever heard of Jean Lafitte?"

[all7seas]

"Dead-on accurate, actually." He sips from the bottle of Screech. "Can't say that I have. "I did know a Capitaine Chevalle. The Penniless Frenchman.

He owed me a quid."

[fleurdesel]

"That is more than a little disturbing...I wonder if he has some sort of condition that it is so large."

...

"Why would you lend money to a man that is known as The Peniless Frenchman?"

[all7seas]

"Oh, I'm quite sure he has all possible conditions."

But as to the second?

"He has a strange draw, does Chevalle. Probably to get him to stop undressing me with his eyes."

[fleurdesel]

"There is some history here, unpleasant history." A comment, not a question, not prying. Just an observation.

"When Frenchman do that there are two options. One, pay them as you did. Or you can splash the nearest alcoholic beverage in their eyes. Well. Three if you...how did he put it. Ah. Out 'creep' them?"

[all7seas]

"I actually do not think it is possible to out-creep him. He's dreadfully made-up. Face. Lips. Eyes."

Almost -- almost -- like a clown.

[fleurdesel]

"You were being ogled by a French Dandy. That is...." She pauses and sips her champagne, rolling the image around in her brain. Jack. Strange, mercurial Jack. And a French Dandy. She has to cover her mouth to keep from coughing up her drink as she starts to laugh.

[all7seas]

"So NOW you understand whyfore the quid!"

Yes, it was all making sense, now!

[fleurdesel]

"I don't see how that would make him STOP Jack!" Still laughing into her hand, coughing a little, and grinning ear to ear.

"...what services did he offer you after you paid him?"

[all7seas]

"The only service I asked for: for him to bugger off. Captain Jack Sparrow does not dally with rent-boys!"

[fleurdesel]

"Not for any lack of effort on their part, it seems." Another soft round of laughter before she composes herself and stands, sipping her drink.

[all7seas]

"My life, my love, and my lady is the sea. They all know that where I'm from.

Except for the sea herself, she's in love with another bloke. Such is my life, cherie, such is my life."

[fleurdesel]

"I was under the impression the sea loved no one that dared challenge her." Then again, different worlds. Perhaps he means a goddess- she gets as far as that thought before snorting at herself. Impossible.

[all7seas]

"Oh, Tia liked a challenge, she did." And that was when Jack's mind sort of drifted off to the night he'd won his compass from her.

[fleurdesel]

"...the sea is named 'Tia'?" Adele blinks at Jack, tempted to call bullshit.

[all7seas]

"Calypso. Went by Tia Dalma in human form. I know her personally."

To know her personally carried a great deal of cultural cache in Jack's world. No wonder he was so miffed when she'd turned her attentions so blatantly on William Turner.

[fleurdesel]

"....I truly wish this is the strangest thing I have heard since I've come here. But it's not." She lifts a shoulder and resumes sipping her champagne. Jack 'knowing' a goddess of the sea that went about in human form was...odd.

[all7seas]

"What's so strange about it? She was a beautiful obeah woman. Gorgeous hair. Scary, sometimes, but that's because she's the sea.

She used to live here, you know."

[fleurdesel]

"Ignoring the fact that I don't know what an 'obeah' woman is, or want to contemplate your idea of 'beautiful hair', the idea of there being a deity of any sort alive, well, and active in the world is strange to me. ON that alone, it is odd." And she'd used to live here. Well. Adele's just come late to the party all around now hasn't she?

[all7seas]

"She's much happier NOT here, I assure you. There wasn't even a sea for most of her time here. Think of that -- being Calypso and being landlocked. Like torture!"

[fleurdesel]

"It must have been agonizing for her." No sarcasm at all in her tone. To be cut off from that which made you what you were, from what you loved? It was painful, of that Adele has no doubt.

[all7seas]

"She bore it well, did Tia. But it was a hard thing to see. If she were ever to return, she'd be happier, possibly.

....Wait. Why would I not have an appreciation for beautiful hair, hmm?"

Returning to an earlier comment.

[fleurdesel]

"The sea is, above all things, patient. I've no doubt she managed."

...

"What one does to their hair is typically indicative of their preferences Jack. And..." She gestures to his mess of a hairstyle. "This could speak volumes."