11212/= The Eavesdropper

= The Eavesdropper
Date of Scene:	18 March 2020
Location:	Wade Shaw's Condo, Claridge's, Midtown Manhattan
Synopsis:	JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE WITH BUF- Is that tea?
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Spike

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Having placed the mugs from the shared cocoa and magic session with Buffy into the sink, the musician looks back over to the shut off TV. Well, he could go back to working on lyrics with the news in the background. But-

He glances to the small strewn articles of laundry on the floor and sighs. Being he had not been expecting company, he had little reason to pick up after his roomie. "Dammit Wade." He mutters, walking over to pick up the small pile, carrying it over to the laundry bag.

Spike has posed:
Outside the condo, Spike looks uneasy. He's pacing and wearinng a hole in the carpet every few moments, muttering, swearing under his breath over and over again, he's angry. Buffy was /here/. Buffy was right /here/...and he can't get into the apartment. Oh he wants to be all rrrrr angry vampire and break things and smash things, and punch walls and...and....things, too.

He throws his head back and lets loose a string of obscenities that'd make a sailor reach for the soap. English swears, that is....bloody bollocking....and add a few thousand more screamed at the top of his lungs. No. Spieke isn't happyy.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
There's a jangle of keys as another blonde comes up from behind Spike, looking to the guy curiously. Wade's not sure why there's a guy cursing in front of his condo. "Can I help you?"

Inside the condo, there's another bout of muttering as the door to the very condo they're in front of opens, showing Nick with a laundry bag slung over his shoulder. He comes to a a halt before nearly running into the two blondes. "The f-"

Spike has posed:
"Yeah, I gotta get in there to read the meter" Spike bluffs. "ee, I got a sodding target to meet. I don't meet that target, I'm out of a bloody job aren't I? And you know how hard it is to get a job in this town?" Spike asks, "A good, honest paying job?"

Oh the irony, the criminal being all 'I need an honest job'

Keep dreaming, Spike. Keep dreaming, sheesh...

Either way he hopes it's working though. Duster? Check. Billy Idol look? Yes

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Ah well then come on in-HUU!" Wade starts to invite Spike as Nick slams him in the stomach with the laundry bag.

"Do your own laundry, Wade!" Nick snaps, apparently not hearing the excuse Spike gave nor the given invite.

Spike has posed:
Spike takes the (sarcastic) invitation. Because an invit'es an invite an invite. So he saunters in. Cause Billy Idol lookalike is in full show. Duster, hair, and oh yeah, he can /sing/ too. he's currently humming 'I wanna be Sedated'. Which isn't an invitation for a certain blond woman to knock him the fuck out, thank you very much. Admittedly....that'd lead to awkward sittuations. So Spike looks around. "Bloody hell. You've got a condo" he says dryly. "I thought it was only rich dicks who had condos. Or are you living here with..." he spins to Wade. "Oh hello, you lost a fight with a launtry basket. Did Mumy teach you how to do laundry?" he asks.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Mike looks over to the Spike who walked in to the condo and then over to Wade who is setting the laundry bag down inside the condo to step inside, giving a bit of a shrug at Spike's behavior.

Nick tilts his head, "Okay, friend of Wade's?"

"He says he's here to check the meter."

"And you believed him dressed like that?"

Spike has posed:
"I'm here aren't I?" Spike asks looking from Wade to Nick. "So, what're you two up to?" he adds with a shrug. "I get he's doing laundry, but..." he nods, walking around the apartment and he pauses, "Clean out your sock drawer, man. I can smell it from here" he says and looks unamused. Then a touch annoyed as he carries on walking. If nobody looks too hard, he could be a Billy Idol, or /the/ Billy Idol. Woho is checking meters? How the mighty rock gods have fallen. Go figure...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick glances towards the dresser before looking back to Spike. Lips thinning into a line. "Oh right. That meter." He looks over to Wade, "I got this. But he is right. Your shit stinks. Just, for the love of God go clean it."

"Are you s-"

"I'm not washing it."

Wade sighs, grabbing the bag before leaving. Door shutting behind him.

Nick gives the politest, professional smile to Spike, head tilting. "So...Who. Are. You?"

Spike has posed:
Spike shrugs. "Yeah good question. Who am I? Oh and" he calls to Wade. "A little laundry won't kill ya, learn to love the soap and water" he adds then turns his attention back to Nick once the door closes. "Put thee kettle on and I'll tell ya who I am. But take a wild guess who you think? Hint. Two words" Spike says....and....with a straight face...

Launches into a game of charades. Two words. Musician. Spike's silent, he's even quit singing for this. Spike /is/ playing charades with Nick. Oh, Spike, what have you become?

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick arcs an eyebrow looking at Spike, "Home invader?" See that's two words. It's also kind of true. He shakes his head, turning to put water into the kettle first, glancing inside to check the water levels.

Spike has posed:
Finally. Somebody who knows how to use a kettle. "No I got invited in" Spike adds finally speaking and looking amused and serious, then thoughtful. "So" Spike offers. "I'm soomebody who does a bit of everything" he adds and settles at the table with a smile. "So" Spike offers, "Hi. I'm Spike" he says. "If your next words are 'Get. out' I'll understand. But if they are 'who the eff is Spike?' he adds. "I can explain that one. Or did Buffy already tell you?" he adds with a laugh. "Cause she's got a mouth on her. Fists too" Spike offers with a smirk.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick grumbles at the mention of being invited in. WHO specifies that? The mention of Buffy seals it. "She never mentioned you." Nick replies, setting the lid back in place before setting the kettle on the burner, turning it to medium.

"Human or Other?"

Spike has posed:
Spike looks amused then overo to Nick. "Really? Buffy didn't mention me?" he asks sounding....a little bummed out by that one. "So. What" he adds, "What are you up to anyway? What the hell is this. Animal, vegetable or mineral?" Spike asks. "I'm a vampire"

There it is. Spike flaunting his rrrr fang-nes

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick looks to the fangs with a neutral expression, hands shifting behind him to press against the ledge of the counter. "Ah. Well." A finger taps on the side, "That you are." He shoves off the counter, walking past Spike to walk over to the sofa, picking up the notepad to fling it over to the drawer contents that are still piled on the top of the desk.

He flops down on the sofa. "She sure has a lot of vampire friends for someone who slays them." He shifts uncomfortably, reaching underneath to pull a drumstick out from the cushion crevices, looking to it curiously, "Hmm."

He looks over to Spike, "I wouldn't worry about it. I mainly just know her through some mutual acquaintances."

Spike has posed:
"Uh huh" Spike says. "So, you just know her based off your mutual friends huh? Alright" Spike mutters. "So guess what. She likes vampires. I mean, she stakes 'em, ya know. But some of them aren't at all bad, really. It's when Buffy gets too involved it ends badly, you know? Slayer can't do her job" he mutters. "Alright, I'll take a cup of tea sure" he offers looking amused.

"But yeah. Slayer, whole other sorta slaying, I'm telling you it's bad for her"

Spike isn't jealous at all, nope

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick looks to Spike giving a slow nod as he explains the relationship bit. "I've already gathered that you guys are more her type. And yeah, I observed a little bit of the ends badly part." Yep. No new information. Oh well.

He nods his head in the direction of the silent kitchen, "Water's still heating. Might as well pull up a seat."

He observes the vampire, curiously. "So what's your story? "

Spike has posed:
"What's my story?" Spike asks looking somewhere between resigned to this...and cynical."What? You always thought I'd been a Billy Idol looking guy? No, I was once a gentelman. Many many years ago. I got turned, I did bad things. That's the short version. I did bad things for love" he says. "So what, are you going to ask me about movies or something? Go on. I got cable in my basement. Try it" he says, sounding serious.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Bad things for love..." Nick repeats, shaking his head, "Sounds like a lazy cliffsnote entry to explain Bram Stoker's 'Dracula'."

The musician his head, not following on the prompt to discuss movies, "So. Bad things done. So what made you do a turn around? I'm generally assuming we wouldn't be having this conversation and you would have been staked by now had you not done something of that nature."

Spike has posed:
"Bonded with Buffy" Spike says. "Yeah I'm best friends with her, apparently, if you believe it. She convinced me to help her out patrolling and killling vamps. Plus" Spike shrugs looking to the mask. "So what's the story with that mask?" he asks simply.

Then changing tack he speaks. "Oh I can't hurt humans any more. Got a chip in my head. Can't sodding hurt humans. I got to drink animal blood" Spike all but spits. "Or tea. Tea helps too. Hey can I keep the mug?" he adds looking hopeful. "My last one smashed in half you seee"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick turns his head, looking over to the mask being asked about. "Oh, I had to help out a themed band finish off their tour when one of their members up and quit." He frowns, looking to it.

He turns back to Spike with the added explanation, "Yeah sure, we'll give you one of Wade's. Since he invited you and all. So, if the chip wasn't there, you'd go back to the old habits?"

Over in the kitchen, there's the slighest of kssh sounds coming from the kettle. Not quite ready, but nearing there.

Spike has posed:
Spike shrugs. "Probably. I don't know. It's kind of llike, I listen to Buffy to a point. Then she punches me" he admits. hey, if Buffy told him he had to wear a chicken suit and walk around clucking? He'd do it. Especially now. Curse this chip. Curse it to hell!

"Themed band? What, were you a raven or a bird or something? I thought I saw something about Five Times Normal or Novel or something online, a blog saying how good they were" Spike shrugs, listening to the kettle. Looking over to Nick, Spike is waiting on tea and smiles. "Put it this way. Being a vampire's not all fun and games. It's like...you got to be responsible and scary and, and...you know the one thing that bugs me about vampires?" Spike asks.

Oh he's playing the long game.

"It bugs me somebody shows up with a plan. Damn nearly wipes out the world. Then realizes oh bloody hell I've nothing to feed from!"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
At the mention of the band name, there's a slight quirk of the lips before he glances away, "A raven." He answers before looking back to Spike.

Nick is quiet, listening to Spike's explanation to the vampire thing, giving a snerk to the punchline given at the end. "Yeah, um that's not the best bit of forward thinking for that guy, is it?"

Spike has posed:
"No, I'm serious. It's like let's destroy the world, without even thinking five seconds ahead, you know?" he says. "Then you got vampires like Angel who decide oh I'm going to get a bloody soul, lh de flipping dah, I got a soul. I'm special. I run an investigation company. Who cares?" Spike says.

"You still drink blood and such, y'now? That's like you humans saying oh I'm a responsible eater and a CEO. You still eat junk food. Speaking of which. I could use a Big Belly Burger" Spikee admits. "Extra garlic too"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"...Big Belly Burger?" Nick sounds curious. Nevermind the extra garlic part.

Spike has posed:
"Burger chain" Spike explains. "You never seen their stuff around huh? Well then" he shrugs and looks lost. "I don't know what rock you've been under, but seriously. There's one every few feet. Burger bars, not rocks. Though in this town who knows?" he asks and leans back. "Yeah I said extra garlic. What about it?" he asks

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Nevermind the garlic." Nick replies, head tilting as the kettle begins to make its siren call. "...Tea, then burgers?"

Spike has posed:
That's a plan" Spike nods. "Tea and burgers. Perfect idea. Though what tea?" he adds looking thoughtful. "I'll drive you to the nearest burger joint, huh?" Spike grins. "Tea. Burgers. That" Spike says. "Makes perfect sense. So. What burgers do you want?" he asks.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Seems as good a time as any to see if there's a Big Belly Burger around." Nick replies, getting up from the sofa. Looking to the drumstick that was in hand he simply flings it across the room, having it land in a bin with other music supplies, giving a satisfying thwack.

He heads to the kitchen. "I'm a little curious."