14691/One Night at the Bronx

One Night at the Bronx
Date of Scene:	03 February 2023
Location:	The Bronze, Sunnydale
Synopsis:	Faith taunts Spike then they both try to make a bad girl out of Willow.
Cast of Characters:	Faith Lehane, Spike, Willow Rosenberg

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Faith Lehane has posed:\<br\>Just another night at the Bronze. Faith hadn't actually visited in a while, given all the time she'd been spending at Thomas' club lately. Some things just don't compare. But now she needs some info on a new vamp nest in town..And maybe she can get some fun out of it while she's here.\<br\>\<br\>Theres some kind of party going on and she just loves parties. Dressed in a sleek and skin tight black leather mini dress, Faith is up on the dance floor, putting on some sleek and sexy moves, not afraid to tease whoever comes her way.

Spike has posed:\<br\>Spike was lurking. He was up on the second level, looking down on the dancers, as he rested his hands on the iron frame. He was people watching. But the Bronze crowd was much the same as it always was. A mixture of youthful Sunnydale High School students, some people from the university, and even a few mature people. Somehow, the bronze managed to be welcoming to all three groups, without incident. Vampires, werewolves, and the forces of darkness will do that to a community. They have bigger stuff to be worried about than social dynamics.

Faith Lehane has posed:\<br\>Faith Lehane grins, bumping hips with some fellow dancers, flipping her hair and winking at a couple of guys that catch her eye. But this is all fun and games.nShes really here to sea4ch for that vamp she saw come in here earlier. And as the song ends and the crowd thins, she swings over the bar to grab a beer, before heading up the stairs to the loft. Always got a better view up there Afterall.

Spike has posed:\<br\>Spike hadn't seen Faith, but as she came up to the rafters, he spotted her. He narrowed his eyes. Was she going to beat the shit out of him for information, beat the shit out of him for fun, tease him, ask him to go drinking with her, or something else. She knew he was all chipped up, not that it mattered to her. "Faith," he said calmly, though he was concerned. She was fun, but unpredictable.

Faith Lehane has posed:\<br\>Faith Lehane grins and winks at him, taking a long slow sip of her beer before twirling around to lean her back against the railing to regard him with a sly smirk. "Spike! William the Bloody was it?" she smirks, licking her lips, arching her back as she reaches up to run her fingers along the collar of his shirt. "How long you been standing there watching me? Or were you expectin' the 'Other Slayer?'" she smirks, laying it on thick it seems.

Spike has posed:\<br\>A grin and a wink were good signs, leaning back against the railing was another, and the sly smirk. But just because she was nice to him now, didn't mean that she wouldn't be mean to him momentarily. With her calling him out, he raised both arms, palms up and out, and took a theatrical bow of his head, "haven't seen much of either, which used to be a good thing, but nowadays, makes life kind of dull."

Faith Lehane has posed:\<br\>Faith Lehane narrows her eyes, her grip tightening on his shirt, "Sure you haven't. I seen how you follow her around like a little puppy dog all the time. Don't act like you're clueless." she smirks, leaning in closer, "You alone? Or did you bring your friends? Haven't quite decided if you can be trusted yet or not Yknow."

Spike has posed:\<br\>Okay, so he did have it bad. Even Faith picked up on it. But she was finding herself, or whatever, after the amnesia. He knew the score. Not that he ever thought he'd have a chance with her. "I'm alone," he quickly replied back. It was an easy lie. It also happened to be true this time. And when she offered that last part, he genuinely smiled, "then there's hope for you yet."

Faith Lehane has posed:\<br\>Faith Lehane arches a brow, shaking her head, "Alone? Hope for me yet? The hell? You making a pass at me, Vamp?" she practically spits at him, totally having misconstrued his words, totally offended so easily as she pulls back her hand, attempting to slap him, "The hell you gettin' at? I ain't into bloodsuckers, freak. I just need answers from you, that's all!" she laughs, "Although must kill you that a hotter vamp got to your crush first Mm?"

Spike has posed:\<br\>Yeah, Faith was unpredictable. One minute she's feeling up his chest, the next she's calling him a freak and trying to slap him. He dodged put a hand up to prevent the slap, catching it, but didn't fight back. He couldn't with that damned chip, and without missing a beat, asked, "there was someone before Angel? How many vamps has that girl been with?"

Faith Lehane has posed:\<br\>Faith Lehane shrugs, "Dunno about before, but she was with Thomas after. Didn't she tell you anything? I mean even I knew that." she smirks, "And what a hottie she let go. Guess she's got high standards, huh." she seems to be still mocking him, tossing her head again, taking a step back as she lets go of his shirt. "But enough about that, if you haven't seen the other vamps, you ain't much use to me. WHY does Buffy even keep you around?! You're a freakin' vamp, for crying out loud.."

Spike has posed:\<br\>He had heard it was some kind of clone, alternate reality, or magical mumbo jumbo, but that wasn't her. He decided not to correct Faith, as he didn't want to upset her, and he didn't really understand it. He missed that Scooby Gang meeting. He only heard the highlights. "You'd have to ask her." He really wasn't that sure. Probably because he was seen as harmless. What had become of him...

Faith Lehane has posed:\<br\>Faith Lehane laughs, taking another long sip of her beer, setting the almost empty glass down on the nearby table. "Yeah maybe I will, although she's been scarce lately." she shrugs, "What's with that? Maybe she's got a new flame, hmm?" she grins and shrugs, "You forget, I'm not a Scooby, just a rogue Slayer or whatever, you literally know more than me. Guess you're just the team mascot, huh?" she seems bemused.

Spike has posed:\<br\>"You sure about that," he asked, as he was never an official member of the Scoobies. He was mostly around because he had nothing else to do. Fighting demons was fun. Half the time they tied him up, to a bathtub, to a chair, to a bed, and even once, to a vacuum cleaner. Damn that Xander.

Faith Lehane has posed:\<br\>Faith Lehane laughs and shrugs, "Dunno, that's what it seems like anyways. Don't you got like a chip in your head or some weird shit?" she searches in her denim jacket for a ciggie and a lighter, offering one to him too. "At any rate, I figured you're more in the know than me. Or maybe things have been quiet and boring lately huh?"

Spike has posed:\<br\>"Does everyone know?" He asked, sardonically. He knew she knew. But way too many people know about his damn chip. It wasn't fair. How's a vamp supposed to maintain their rep if everyone and their successor knew he had been fixed, and now he doesn't chase cars like the other dogs. He picked up her beer from the table, and took a swig of it, shaking his head.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:\<br\>Willow was bemused? No. That's not the word for it. Confused? Better. Either way she had come out to the Broze to lets her hair down, or something like that. With luck she wouldn't be able to think with the loud noise and driving beat of the place.\<br\>\<br\>Just what she needed!\<br\>\<br\>Walking up to the bar, she ordered a long island iced tea. "Virgin, please!" After all, she was still Willow after all. Looking around she caught Faith over in the balcony. Trying to be sauve, she took her drink, and approached. "Hi Faitttthhh. OH, Spike."

Faith Lehane has posed:\<br\>Faith Lehane laughs and shrugs, "I mean, I do work part time for Angel, you know, when I'm in the mood. And occasionally I've even attended a Scooby meeting so like..Yeah, I know the basics. I mean, I dunno who did it or why? Why castrate a vamp? Just for kicks? Don't make no sense to me." she lights her cigarette, setting the other one down on the table if he wants it.\<br\>\<br\>As she peers down below, she spies Willow and grins, "Hey Red, how's it goin? Is B with you? Seriously she's so evasive these days."

Spike has posed:\<br\>Spike never said no to a cig, lighting up the free one, using his own lighter, as he leaned back on the railing. Technically, there was no smoking in the bronze. But it was harder to enforce up there on the second floor. There weren't any wait staff or security, just the odd person who might go around every few hours to pick up any left glasses. He nodded his head to Willow in greeting, taking another drag of his cigarette, "how've you been?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:\<br\>Willow almost smiles. Kind of a cross between one and a frown. "Buffy? She's trying to get her head on straight, I guess. I would have thought you would have heard from her, Faith. Someone is keeping the street clean anyways.. Sorry, Spike."\<br\>\<br\>He was a vampire, after all! Despite the chip.\<br\>\<br\>Wrinkling her nose at the cigarettes, she answered Spike, "I've been busy with my work and schooling.. Aren't you supposed to smoke those outside?"

Faith Lehane has posed:\<br\>Faith Lehane shrugs taking a puff. Rules? Pfft, they're meant to be broken. "Saw her briefly at the Hyperion but nothing since then. You know B, all tight lipped around me." she smirks, "Tch, who cares. Not like anyone's gonna tattle on us!" she peers at Willow with a wicked grin as if daring her to do just that. "Well let's not forget that I'm also a Slayer and I'm doin' my part too. Don't give B all the credit!" and then, she offers Willow a cigarette. Just to see what she does.

Spike has posed:\<br\>"Maybe," Spike replied to Willow, taking another drag of it, and then held it out to Willow, offering her a puff. Like she'd take him up on it, but he was being hospitable. He then turned and looked to Faith, and immediately burst out laughing. Thankfully the music down below was loud, or else he'd have drawn attention.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:\<br\>What to do.. what to do..\<br\>\<br\>Willow takes the cigarette gingerly between her index finger and thumb. Then Spike adds his lit one.. With that she is almost guaranteed to light it - just because! With Faith one one shoulder, and Spike on the other one, she had two devils nattering at her.\<br\>\<br\>Being lit, doesn't mean she had to puff it. Did she?\<br\>\<br\>Well, she had to puff just to light it. Coughing as she lit it, she thanked them. *cough* "You're right. They are nice." *cough*

Faith Lehane has posed:\<br\>Faith Lehane grins wickedly, winking at Spike as it seems he had the idea, "Nice! That's my bad red! Buffy would be Soo miffed! Doesn't it feel good to bed bad? We should hang out more!" she chuckles, drawing in another long puff of her own ciggie, apparently something of a pro at it. She's about to say something else when a familiar figure catches her eye below and she straightens from the balcony rail.\<br\>\<br\>"Well well, looks like my prey is here, guess I should give 'em a good show. Behave yourselves kiddies!" and she gives them a wave before skipping down the stairs to trail after a vampire..

Spike has posed:\<br\>Both Faith and Spike were bad influences, though Faith was probably the worst of the two. Spike at least had the sense to mitigate himself, most of the time. Faith seemed to actively work to get a rise out of people. When Faith made her way out, he offered his assistance, but it was turned down with a witty remark about not needing backup for one measly vampire. If he heard her scream, then come help out, otherwise, she was good. Which meant she was good. With the Dark Slayer gone, Spike said, "you know, you don't have to keep smoking that." He could tell she was lying about how nice it felt. And he extended a hand in offer to take her cigarette.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:\<br\>Willow wasn't so convinced that smoking was a good idea. In fact, the cigarette burned down her throat, and the smell of the ashes was making her sick. "I think I will take you up on that."\<br\>\<br\>Let's face it, Willow wasn't a smoker. But she was feeling out of sorts. Wondering if she wanted to break free of the old Willlow could she? Without breaking off her friendships? With Buffy being sort of back to normal, with some changes as she figured out what to do next, Willow was in the exact same place.\<br\>\<br\>"I met a nice man the other day, and I asked him out. Do you think guys will get tired off me if I don't do something more.." More what was the answer.

Spike has posed:\<br\>Spike lifted his eyebrows, "a nice man you say?" Moving to have that kind of a talk, he took a seat on the couch up there, setting his beer, a beer stolen from Faith, onto the table, and gestured for her to join him at the table, either on the couch, or one of the leather chairs. "But no, I don't think he'll get tired of you." Period. "You're great."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:\<br\>Willow follows Spike over to the seats, and drinks a bit of her virgin long island iced tea. "You always say that, did you realize? Really though he's a lot older, and even without hanky panky going on, how do I maintain his attention? My track record with either sex doesn't sound so good."

Spike has posed:\<br\>"I'm pretty sure that I've never said that this nice man won't get tired of you, before." Spike said. "Me kind of older, or Giles kind of older?" He asked, curiously. Then he takes a drag of his cigarette, blowing a puff away from her. "You'll maintain it just by being you. And all relationships suck... until one doesn't."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:\<br\>"Giles kind of older." Willow frowns. "How old are you anyways? And I don't think he's a demon or a vampire." She hopes. \<br\>\<br\>Shaking her head, she continues. "So far my track record sucks in its entirety. How can one person choose from either sex, and still suck. Well, okay, I'm not sure what this is, but it made me think in general."

Spike has posed:\<br\>"One eighty, one eighty-one in August," he said, without missing a beat. "But I bet I don't look a day over 27." Soon, he would look the same age as Willow, Buffy and Xander, and then, he would be the younger one. Vampires. "Relationships are hard. There's no perfect one. You've got to work at it. Do you think Dru and I had over a century of bliss without work?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:\<br\>"Nooooooo.." Willow had to admit that. "What was it like with her?"\<br\>\<br\>A century?!? But as she thought of them, he was right, a century. Holy cow!

Spike has posed:\<br\>Spike loved Dru, a part of him always would, even if he no longer was with her, and no longer wanted to be with her. Though asking what it was like with Dru. He had to turn his head and give her an amused look, "you have met Dru, right?" He knew she had. But did she see how crazy Dru was. Then, a more nuanced answer, "the thing about Dru, or anyone for that matter, is that what other people see, is just the surface. When you're with someone, when you care, when they become a part of you, they and you learn so much that is kept from the rest of the world. The way a smile can have a thousand different meanings, just by the way it curls this way or that."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:\<br\>"That's.. what I mean. It's better, but they still think of me as that girl they grew up with in highschool. And the dorky freshman in university. But there is so much more that they never see. Not even you. It's like this sociologic theorem that says every group functions like a town. Someone is the jock. Someone is the businessman. Someone is the town drunk."\<br\>\<br\>"And then I am the person who everyone pats on the back, and protects."\<br\>\<br\>"Did you know it's impossible to break out of your role?" Just an observation. ?

Spike has posed:\<br\>Spike leans in to whisper something to her, "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I used to be a poet."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:\<br\>To that Willow just smiles. "I can see that. The way you linger over the perfect set of words. Nobody else cares, but you do."

Spike has posed:\<br\>That didn't have quite the impact that he thought it would have. Maybe she was trying to see how much he would embarrass himself, or maybe she just didn't care that much. "I was the nerd of my day, which, a hundred and fifty-odd years ago, was very different from this one."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:\<br\>That part - the nerd part - she really didn't think about it that way.\<br\>\<br\>"Huh, weird. So the poets of yesteryear are geeky and nerdy as today. See," Willow explains. "I thought back in those days the poets are the sorts of the people everyone looked up to?"

Spike has posed:\<br\>"Magnificent artists have and always will be appreciated. Middling ones are the object of ridicule. And there's a lot more of the middling lot, than the magnificent ones. There's a reason so many artists are known by one name. Beyonce, Michelangelo, Socrates..."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:\<br\>Willow thought that for some time, and nodded. "So.. you weren't a great one? Then that means you changed your town and your role to vampire." After all, he did! "Which brings us back to my original statement: you can't escape your role in the town."

Spike has posed:\<br\>"Oh, I didn't change my town that quickly, but I certainly changed my role." It can be done, if you want it bad enough. Then he asked, "haven't you seen Cobra Kai? If you want to change, flip the script, just don't go out and get a Mohawk."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:\<br\>Willow surprised herself (and probably him as well) by reaching over and kissing him on the cheek. "No mohawk, I promise. I may have to have a harem though." Quietly she stood up. "Definitely a harem."\<br\>\<br\>And she winked.\<br\>\<br\>Waving her hand 'goodbye' she walked down the stairs and disappeared into the night.