8930/Put a Spike through that Angel

Put a Spike through that Angel
Date of Scene:	23 August 2019
Location:	Roof, Four Freedoms Plaza
Synopsis:	Spike sits on the Four Freedoms Plaza roof eating cookies. Angel drops in. They talk.
Cast of Characters:	Spike, Angel

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Spike has posed:
It's a little after two in the morning. Spike's out and about, looking for trouble to get his mind off of thins. The cookies Willow and he made earlier are with him in a bag, but Spike's sat up here on the roof of the Four Freedoms Plaza. THe sound of munching cookies can be heard, as Spike is sipping on a bottle of water, too. Cookies and water. Spike though.....has a lot to think on. He's still brooding....okay, not to Angel levels of broodiness, but he's smarting, a better way to put it, he's smarting about things that he said earlier. He may still be angry at Angel, but....the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so the saying goes. Spike though sets the cookie bag down to patrol the rooftop. He's really, really getting into this patrolling thing. And to think it started for a reason, but....but....he's actually, genuinely enjoying it, too.

Angel has posed:
Angel is working tonight, but can at least pull out a certain degree of multitasking, so to be able to work and brood at the same time. True that he can brood while doing most of the things, so that maybe brooding is for him as breathing would be for a living creature, an effortless and even indispensable thing. Now however, today, or to be more precise tonight, Angel is on the tracks of a vampire, one that he plans to stake soon enough for draining an entire family and leaving the dead bodies there to be found by the landowner.
Dressed in black shoes, black jeans, a black shirt with silver buttons and a long black coat, Angel with his lack in choice regarding colors can blend perfectly with the night, jumping gracefully from rooftop to rooftop without being eard nor seen most of the times, at least. If it was a regular human, eating cookies and drinking water on a certain rooftop, the graceful landing of Angel would be nothing that could be picked up, for someone with better senses however his approach is probably not as stealthy, even if still not so easy to detect.

Spike has posed:
Spike is patrolling the roof, cookies unguarded when he pauses and returns to his cookie bag. He has sensed Angel coming, and is guarding his cookies. Then again, does he really have to guard cookies from the broodiest vampire this side of Transylvania? Probably not but Spike's protective of what /he/ made. Looking over Spike's in his usual outfit, duster, boots, and....doing his best Billy Idol impression. or Billy is doing a Spike impression. One of those things is right as Spike's muttering under his breath. "Let it be Oz. Let it be Oz to come and say he's so sorry for ditching us" he hisses under his breath as Spike just....watches. "Oh bloody hell." he sighs. "Fine, hi" he says with a wave and then sits down like a petulant child. He knows precisely who it is, and....he's actually happier than if it were Oz. Angel's not going to get punched for deserting his friends. At least. Not...yet

Angel has posed:
Angel was tracking a vampire, but not this vampire! Not that sometimes he didn't have the impulse of staking this vampire too, but then, this is not the time to do such a thing, right? Even if that small crossbow in his left pocket, the stake in his right, and the blade sheathed on his back under the coat would be useful tools to that purpose. And then, upon truly realizing who the vampire is, Angel has to wonder, how many chances there were that in all the world he would meet Spike here of all places?
But then, the answer to the greeting comes in a quite neutral "hi." without a wave, but with a slight nod in recognition. Then Angel walks to the roof's edge, peering around himself intently for a couple of seconds, examining his surroundings. "seen any other vampire passing from here? Dressed like a biker, complete with leather jacket, combat boots, bald, tattoos..." he asks Spike, being him the only one there right now it seems.

Spike has posed:
"Nope" Spike says casually, munching a cookie. "You seen a werewolf that's in a band? I wanna find him and wrong his neck" Spike adds between bites, though he nods to Angel. "You wanting to stake him?" Spike asks and shrugs. "Not been up here. I've been here since eleven and no sign of anyone. Though what's up?" he asks. He's...definitely been around humans too long. Definitely. Spike though looks around then back to Angel again, offering the cookie bag. "Made 'em earlier, choc chip" Spike shrugs. "They're good"

Angel has posed:
Angel shakes his head "no, havn't seen any werewolves in a bit now. What did he do to earn a neckwronging fate?" he asks casually, leaning on the wall close to the door that accesses the building below, his clothes almost making him vanish into the shadows themselves. "indeed, he earned his staking... But if he didn't run through here, then it means the trail is probably cold by now, I'll look for him tomorrow, most likely." he adds with a light shrug, shaking then his head at the cookies "no thanks, I'm allright." meaning he had his animal blood meal not more than three hours ago!

Spike has posed:
"Oh, that mangy little mutt decided to be a giant big rock star and forget all his friends" Spike says casually. "No big deal, ya know, just fall offf the face of the earth, forget your friends, that sorta thing" Spike says sitting cross legged by the cookie bag, hands behind his back with palms flat on the roof.. "Sorry, just pisses me off ya know? Bloody wolf gets all big headed and buggers off to who knows where" Spike sighs. "Willow gets all annoyed about it, and I'm annoyed for different reasons" Spike says, hen with rant over he falls quiet.

Angel has posed:
Angel twists his face into a light smirk, that could almost seem amused, then quickly returns to neutrality "wow, a vampire pissed off because of a lack of morals and empathy in a human? That's something new." he comments, then sighs, otherwise standing perfectly still, as a living statue maybe. And considering he doesn't breathe, his eyes are the only thing that move, apart from when he talks of course. "so how's the gang going, anyways?" he asks now, the casual tone of the question concealing the deeper concern behind it

Spike has posed:
Spike shrugs. "It's going, but hey, you find Oz, kick his tail, send him my way. It's just....like....if Dru" he says spitting out the word, "Up and left you without even a word, then you find she's shacked up with another vampire, right, not so much as a hey Angel I'm doing this" Spike sighs. "Ya know, that's what's going on with the group. They're all doing their own thing, really" Spike says being coy with the information he's giving out. He's pretty much a Scooby now. Spike shakes his head. "No idea what everyone's up to. I just know what they're up to in a general sense" Spike shrugs, one hand grabbing another cookie.

Angel has posed:
Angel hmms thoughtfully, nodding then "so you mean the group is a group in name but without the coesion a group should have." and he even pokerfaces and ignores the stabbing comment as if it was nothing at all. "very well, then. I guess I'll go back to the hotel, tomorrow'll be here soon enough." he adjusts his coat around him, wrapping it around his body "please send my regards to the group, you all know where to find me if you need anything." he then turns, starting to advance towards the roof's edge "and" he turns his head, glancing at spike "take care, and behave... And don't do things I wouldn't, ok, well, don't do things you'll regret afterwards, or you would regret afterwards." he adds, correcting his initial statement. Then turns completely and starts walking again towards the roof's edge, ready to jump to the next one and then away into the night.

Spike has posed:
Spike nods to Angel. "You got it, but.....ya, I just don't get it" he sighs watching Angel. "Yeah I got your number and know where your office is. And I know how to get in" he says with a cheery wave. There's something different about Spike now. He's....different. Maybe it's the chip. Maybe, maybe he's learning?