♙ 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]

Is there any other way to enjoy gin? [Half a smile at his tone. She was petite and French, yes, but she was also a surgeon that drank most of her contemporaries under the table.]

[allbloodyhail]

You got me, [he shrugged, pouring her some Beefeater. WAS THERE ANY OTHER KIND COME ON]

[fleurdesel]

Thank you Spike. [She offers him a salute of the glass before leaning back against the counter and taking a hearty sip.] I am not certain which is better on a cold night. Gin, or whiskey.

[allbloodyhail]

Whiskey if you ask this vamp, but gin's got its merits I'll give you. [He held up his own glass, full of what else - whiskey]

[fleurdesel]

I'd start the same, but your accent has me waxing nostalgic tonight. So I start with this, and work my way over, yes?

[allbloodyhail]

[He snorted, if only she knew...] It's a deal, yeah? We'll switch over halfway.

[fleurdesel]

[That snort pulls a quirked brow from Adele, but she nods.] It's a deal, Spike. [And with that she enjoys another sip, thinking back to Bartholomew and their literary arguments.]