11232/Following up with Spike

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Following up with Spike
Date of Scene: 23 March 2020
Location: Spike's Sub-Basement, Hugo Building
Synopsis: Did you know Spike lives in the same building as Buffy? Yeah. Just found that out
Cast of Characters: Buffy Summers, Spike, Thomas Raith, Phantasm (Drago)




Buffy Summers has posed:
It's been a few days since Buffy's rather eventful run-in with Spike, and unfortunately, due to passing out - in his arms no less, her memory is still fuzzy about what happened or how she ended up in her bed at the end of the day, or where Spike went or what he DID - what THEY did together, if anything.

So yup! Here she is, banging on his door, determined to get some answers! "Spike! Are you there? We need to talk..."

Spike has posed:
The TV's on, Passions is on, there's the sound of water running....and Spike's being too quiet. What exactly is he up to?

The door opens on a duster-less Spike wearing black jeans, a black shirt and with a towel around his hair. "Oh hey Buffy. What's up?" he asks and smiles. "C'mon in. I got groceries if you'd like anything" he nods.

Oh Spike's not forgotten that, Buffy, walking her home with Willow, and Buffy asleep in his arms. Oh, yes. Spike had a little chat with her mother about this. Something he's not told her. Something he may not want to, either. Yikes.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers wastes no time in barging right on through, since Spike doesn't seem to have locked the door (does he ever?). Unfortunately when she 'barged on through' she ended up charging in, expecting the door to be locked..So she's still running when Spike steps in..Running right into his arms.

"Ack! What did you do that for?" argh! Awkward! She hastily proceeds to disentangle herself for his probably too eager arms, frowning a bit. "Um well I just wanted to check up on you, since the last time we met was..Awkward and..I just ended up in bed and I'm not sure where you ended up and..Awkward weird stuff may have happened, but I was so out of it that I don't remember.."

She reddens a bit, peering around, rolling her eyes at the tv. "Heh, do you ever watch anything besides Passions?"

Spike has posed:
"Buffy" Spike says gently. "If you want to be in my arms, just go for it. Gently" he adds watching with a smirk. "You were out of it, though. Willow and I got you home. You fell asleep in my lap. Which was adorable and cute" Spike says with a nod. "You ended up in bed cause I carried you up to bed, and stood outside your door. What, what do you take me for?" Spike adds

Looking from the TV to Buffy, Spike laughs. "Oh, no, no. It's just all that's on. I was watching the news earlier and getting too angry with it" Spike shrugs, "You know I had to explain why the hell I was carrying you up to bed though. Your mother was just as confused as me" Spike nods keenly. "Don't ask"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers just blinks, shoving him away angrily, "What the hell? I totally did NOT try to jump into your arms..Then or now! What, are you really so egotistical that you'd think I'd just willingly jump into your arms or climb in your lap? The hell? You think I'm crazy!" and she steps forward to slap him in the face, albeit lightly, "How DARE you!?"

But as she calms down a bit, Buffy can't help but rmemeber bits and pieces of what happened that day..Like..How she HAD hugged him and cuddled with him and probably said regrettable things and..."Ughh...." she groans, "Someone shoot me. Please. No way I'd do that in my right mind. I must have been incredibly drunk...And this is all YOUR fault!"

She points an accusatory finger at him.

Spike has posed:
Slap. Ow!

Spike looks shocked. "You slapped me!" he says in a voice that's more used by spoiled teenagers. Looking to Buffy, Spike shrugs. He won't ever mention the squeak either. Ow. Squeak. You slapped me! Huff.

"LOok. You were drunk in the park. Willow and I got you home. You were on the couch cuddled up with me. You don't believe me? Ask your mother" Spike says sounding sincere. Though he's also got a smirk on his face, too...which isn't helping.

"I know what happened, Buffy. Unlike you I wasn't so drunk I was ready to pass out and be carried to bed and wake up not rememberring what happened. So you gonna tell me why you were so drunk anywway?" he asks, watching her quietly.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers take a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Geez, Spike..Where've you been? You just..Disappeared for like, a really long time, then you just show up in my life again to toss in complications?"

She sighs, stepping back, glancing around, "Look, I just need to know that..That nothing happened is all..Okay?" she blinks a little, and her expression softens a bit. "You know..I did talk to her and..."

After a moment's thought, Buffy steps towards him and..Kisses him softly, briefly on the cheek, "Thank you..For not taking advantage of me."

And then come the questions. Buffy swallows, biting her lip. "Um...Well...I guess I just..Had a bit too much to drink?" she laughs nervously, eyes all shifty. Oh yes, she is definitely hiding something..

Spike has posed:
"Guilty" Spike admits relaxing when Buffy kisses his cheek. "You're welcome" he says with a smile. No smirk. No stupidi antics...

"Yeah you got drunk, fell asleep on a bench, you decided to come and sleep. Well come home to your own bed" Spike shrugs.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers sighs as it all comes back to her again. But who is she kidding? She did a terrible, awful thing! "Ugh, I cant believe it...I'm such an idiot..I cant believe I had a one night stand with that guy in a drunken stupor, just so I could get over Thomas..." she groans, clutching her head.

"Ugh, Spike, I'm such an idiot!" oh wait, she did not just tell him everything....Gah! "Look, you'd better not breathe a word of this to anyone! I don't need Giles thinking I've turned into another faith..I'll never live it down..."

Spike has posed:
Spike looks worried. "Shh" he says gently. "Shh, you didn't do anything that bad" he says gently again. "See" Spike nods, finally settling on the couch switching off the TV. "See, you're good" he adds and gets up going to the fridge, returning with freezer done nachos. Returning with the bag he opens it and offers to Buffy.

Looking thoughtful, Spike smiles. "So what made you get that drunk and do all that?" he asks, setting the nachos on a small table.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers sighs resignedly, and flops down on the couch next to him. "Ugh, it is totally bad! I did a very bad thing! I'm such a bad, bad person..." she stares down at her clenched hands. "I was just using that guy even though he was feeling lonely and rejected by his wife who was off screwing some other guy and.."

She shrugs and laughs, glancing at Spike, "I cannot believe I'm telling you this. I haven't told anyone else. You'd better keep this a secret or I'll kill you.." but hey, she NEEDS to get this off her chest because if she doesn't, it's gonna eat away at her.

"Okaaay, so I'm seeing someone new, and I really really like him. To be honest, I....Love him and...Well, see, he's like this psychic vampire who feeds on lust and yeah I know that's a really really bad thing but, he's not such a bad person afterall, and um...I guess he's got this kinda curse over his head, kinda like Angel, like if he ever experiences true love with someone, then that person will burn him with a touch and they can never be together and....Yeah...."

She laughs nervously, because she knows how much that might hurt Spike, knowing they both kinda have some sort of feelings for each other. In a weird, twisted sort of way.

Spike has posed:
Spike looks thoughtful, "So you torch the guy if you love him? Poor bastard. Did you hook up with a guy made of candle wax?" Spike jibes with a laugh. Looking over to Buffy, Spike pauses with a handful of nachos before he looks puzzled. "So wait. You can't be with that guy? What, Buffy. What's with you and people you can't be happy with?" he asks, and sighs pulling the towel off. Spike's tried dyeing his hair. It's.....no. Just no.

He was looking for blond. He got canary yellow...
"I mean, sod it. I'm no better am I? Look at me, Dru, right....Dru and Harmony and crap. I can't pick anyone I'm happy with, huh?" Spike says with a shrug, balling up the towel, throwing it to the floor.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers laughs and shakes her head sadly, "I know, it's crazy isn't it...And no, he's not made of candle wax. I suppose it's in the same way that holy water fries your skin. I mean..I'm just cursed in all matters to do with love, aren't I?" she sighs, "If it weren't so ironic, it'd almost be funny and..."

And Spike's hair just turned bright yellow...The heck? Well, she really cant help but burst out in laughter at that because honestly?

"Hah! Look at you, you look like a canary...Honestly..." she pouts a little, "Umm so what happened with you and Harm or you and Dru? If you loved any of 'em enough, maybe you should try harder to win them back..Yeah, love's so complicated, isn't it?"

Spike has posed:
"Well" Spike shrugs looking over tr to Buffy, "You're right. I should try but you're no different are you?" he asks simply, watching her. Yes his hair's canary yellow. Captain Canary. Don't frigging tell Oz!

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers laughs, moving over to playfully ruffle his hair, "Ok, guess I'm not one to talk, but.." she shrugs, "I guess I shouldn't, but..Sometimes I wonder if things would have been different if you hadn't taken off when you had...Where did you go all that time, anyway? I mean, not that I really care but..."

Spike has posed:
Spike playfully goes to swat at Buffy's hands. "Hey, leave my hair be. It's bad enough I look like a canaryy" Spike mock pouts with a sigh. "See. It's not..." Spike says watching Bufffy.

"Honestly...I don't know. I needed to figure things out. But I'm here" he says watching Buffy quietly. He looks unamused at the canary snark.

Spike nods to Buffy. "You got any good hair dye?" Spike asks uncertainly with a sigh. "I gotta get my hair color back. Does this make me vain?" he wonders aloud.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers laughs, shaking her head, "Hey, it's a change, I mean, I've always been curious to see your natural hair under all that dye.." she makes a face, "Ugh, I think you should leave it, just for laughs." she shrugs, climbing to her feet, heading for the door, "Heh, you really are vain, but, I might have some dye in my room, you know, once or twice I tried for the platinum hair...I'll be right back!"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Buffy's phone suddonly blares to life playing Jefferson Airplane's most famous hit "Don't you want somebody to love...Don't you need somebody to love...Wouldn't you love somebody to love...You better find somebody to love..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
In the hallway, approaching a certain slayer's place is a certain rocker. Checking the palm of his hand, Nick glances to the numbers posted on the doors while hoisting a backpack over one shoulder. It does not appear to be that full. "Hmm."

Spike has posed:
Spike watches Buffy go as he flops on the couch. Well then. Buffy's got a point. Canary yellow hair for poor Spike. Well, he could get used to this. Flipping the TV back on, he flicks through the channels and settles on muting it.

Kicking his shoes off, Spike stretches out on the couch. Hey if Buffy wants to help him with platinum hair dye? Why not. Then again, door's unlocked, so...

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers steps out and starts to head for a couple floors upstairs..But pauses as she spies a Nick outside and opens the door to let him in, "Heey Nick, what brings you here?" and that's the moment when her phone starts ringing, "Ah, one sec.." she steps aside to let him in, grabbing her phone and smiles. Only one person with that ring tone, "Hey handsome, what's up?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Hearing his name, Nick glances up, looking over to the person he was looking for. "I-" He pauses, mouth closing as Buffy turns her attention to the phone and from the sound of the greeting. It looks like Buffy and Thomas made up. Or Buffy found another vampire. He leans against the wall, tilting his head back to look to the ceiling. Well, this is going to take a bit longer than he thought.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith's voice comes fgrom Buffy's phone. "Well I heard a rumor that that task mater of a boss gave you the night off. So I bought enough Chinnese food to feed an army, or one Slayer and myself, grabed my copy of Firefly the complete series and snuck over to your apartment to suprise you...Guess I should have called first cause I feel kinda dumb standing outside your door right now."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles visibly, her voice taking in a lighter tone as she talks on her phone, "Ohh Heey sorry about that, I'm just downstairs meeting a friend, be right there!" she glances at Nick, "Cmon, Ill show you my apartment. Thomas is waiting upstairs..." she sighs, realizing that she still hasn't given her boyfriend the obligatory spare key yet..But at least she finally got one cut! And she heads back upstairs towards her apartment.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick blinks as the phone call ends suspiciously early. It isn't until he shifts his weight fully back to his feet that he realizes why. "Ah. Sure." Nick responds, following after Buffy to the apartment, taking note of the nonsensical usage of the apartment numbers. So, it looks like the first number is NOT the floor number. Well dang.

As the pair make their way to the door and Buffy sets about letting them in, Nick gives a nod to Thomas. "Evening." He gives a small smile, "So you guys patched things up then, I take it?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith give's Buffy a grin that is deffinately not one a mother would approve of and shrugs to Nick. "You could say that." He says with a smile, setting five bags of takeout on her table and shaking his head as she busies herself. "So what's news bro? I'ts been few."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Well that's good." Nick states to Thomas's confirmation, opting NOT to ask for elaboration. That'd probably be something he'd regret. "Oh, the usual. Practice, Work. Weather conditions at the film site have improved to where filming can start back up again so I'm going to be heading back Northwest soon."

He pauses, "Oh and ended up meeting another of Buffy's friends last week. Odd duck. Seems to have a thing for burgers with extra garlic and soap operas."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith headshakes a little bit. "I keep meeting her friends and keep wondering what the hell I got myself into." He says with a grin. "Totally worth it mind you, but an adventure each and every time." He leans back and takes a pack of Macanally's Dark out of one of the bags, tossing one to the other man. "Didi misses you at the club." he says refering to the Sucubus cigar girl he'd warned Nick to steer clear of when the musician first started working at the Lady.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick's smile strengthens at the sight of the beer coming his way bringing up both hands. One to catch, the other to secure. "Well, that's the perils of on site film locations instead of studio settings." Nick responds, looking to the bottle, "Increased potential for delays."

He glances up to Thomas, "Have you had to use the BACKUP backup pianist often?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith laughs and shakes his head slightly. "Fortunatly, no. Honestly if the man played any worse I might just install a jukebox." He says amused. He takes out a bottle for himself, poping the cap off and snatching it out of the air before calling "Buffy? Food's getting cold and beer is getting warm!"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers had let them both in and hastily darted to her room in search of hair dye. And other stuff and she's gone a while before she re emerges. "oh hey sorry was looking for dye for spike and um..Other stuff. Hey Thomas I wanted to give you..Oh shoot I left it didn't I?" she frowns checking her pockets for the spare key. "One sec..Help yourself to beer in the fridge. and ice cream!" and she darts off again, apparently disorganized and distracted today. "Let Spike know I'll be right down!"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"REALLY?" Nick arches a brow, lowering a hand to take the cap off his own, "I'd really like to know who it is that they sent. Did you tell Wade?"

He turns, looking to the slayer who is bouncing all over the place. He glances to the bottle in hand as she invites them to help themselves to her own beer supply before watching her run off. "...Spike lives here?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
"apparently," He says shaking his head, always amused swhen Buffy goes into one of her aditedly rare manic pixie modes. He shakes his head looking for plates. "Why, who'se Spike?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"That'd be the odd duck I described earlier." Nick answers, "Hmm. Well, before I forget..."

Shaking his head he walks over to the counter and sets his beer down, freeing up his hands to slide the bookbag off his shoulder to unzip it.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith raises an eyebrow as he raises his beer back to his lips. "Oh leaving presents for my girlfriend? Should I be jelious?" he asks in a amused tone, relaxing and watching the door.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"No worries." Nick replies, giving a chuckle as he reaches into the bag. "Based off the pattern, I think you can safely determine I'm not her type."

He tugs out a couple boxes of Chamomile Tea and sets it on the counter before zipping the bag back up. "This is more of a followup to the sleep issues thing."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith ahhs and nods, Having been laying next to the Slayer when she's had one or two of her restless dreams he can certainlly appreciate anything that offers his lover a good night's sleep. "Maybe I should talk to Harry about them too. He can likely whip up a potion or steal sand from the literal Sandman or something."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick frowns, shaking his head. "She already got a spell last week to stop the nightmares for a couple days." He glances over to the doorway Buffy disappeared through, "...Was actually going to check to see if she needed anything further."