9713/Scene of the Crime

Scene of the Crime
Date of Scene:	22 October 2019
Location:	Brendan Cemetery, Sunnydale
Synopsis:	Buffy and Spike talk, and meet Lucifer at Lux.
Cast of Characters:	Buffy Summers, Spike, Lucifer

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Buffy Summers has posed:
It has been a few weeks since Buffy's friend was killed by a vamp who later tried to frame Spike for her death. Buffy had been avoiding the cemetary where she found her, but she knew she had to return eventually. So here she is, patrolling in the dead of night, humming some tuneless tune as she attempts to draw out vamps, and maybe with some luck, she will find some closure as to what happened to her friend..

Spike has posed:
Spike's taken to kitten poker. It's poker, just....with way more kittens. This time, he hasn't won any fuzzballs. He'd just send them to Buffy or Fred....well, mostly Fred. Mostly since he'd accidentally helped the Southern belle's mood. And, amazingly, got Fred to be a cat video star....which has him laughing as he's out here. He's patrolling too, the other half of the cemetery, but he's not being quiet about it....though he figures if he can draw vamps out by being loud....sure, why not. Spike's pretending to be drunk and singing horribly off key. That's liable to earn a staking, really. From /both/ sides. Vamps will want to kill him for being Spike and singing. Buffy....just...probably for butchering top 40 songs with singing that makes cat yowling seem on key and in time. Spike's enjoying this way, way too muchh. Unfortunately, there's a pair of actually drunk homeless guys who are singing along with Spike. Good job, vamp.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers continues to walk along the graveyard, eventually coming to a pause in front of Cheryl Leigh's tombstone. She kneels before it, laying some lilies in front of it. "Rest in Peace, Cheryl. I'm sorry I didn't get there in time.." her mouth tightens, eyes twitching but the tears don't come. She's lost so many friends to vampires, maybe buffy is just used to it by now.

For a moment, she does close her eyes, not paying much attention to the recently disturbed soil in front of the grave, telltale signs that someone has recently dug up the earth. Nor does she notice Spike singing nearby..Seems she's in her own little world for a moment or two..

Spike has posed:
Spike's observant at least. He quits singing, leaving the two homeless guys to carry on a very drunk rendition of some top 40 song. Spike though has noticed it and isn't about to yell at Buffy. At least. Not yet. he's the whole explaining about the drug warehouse thing to do. Instead, he's trying to subtly tip her off. Though her and Spike's definitions of 'subtle' don't exactly match up most of the time. Buffy's being subtle. Spike, though.....isn't. Spike's loud, and overbearing at times. Tonight's one of those times, but he's on alert, very, very much so. Stake's hidden in his duster, too. And he's got his head on a swivel. Right now though his eyes are locked on the dug up earth. He's hoping Buffy wil clue in.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers closes her eyes, feeling tired. must have been a hangover from drinking too much the other day. Gosh, college is tough sometimes, and she still doesn't know where she's going with all of this. Sometimes it feels so aimless, especially when all the friends she once counted on are suddenly nowhere to be found. "Dammit, I need a new hobby.." she mutters as she slips on her headphones, getting lost in the music.

There's a rumble behind her albeit a quiet one, as something moves in the ground at the foot of the gravesite. A moment later, a dirty, bloody hand emerges, and then the rest of Cheryl slowly climbs out, in the form of a vampire, hungry, muddy, bloody..And momentarily disoriented.

Spike has posed:
Spike yells, and his two singing companions have run off. It's him, the Slayer, and, oh yah, a vampire. Spike's not okay with this at all. In fact, Spike's more than not okay. He reaches a hand to rip the headphones from her head. Justified in his mind, alerting Buffy her friend's not looking for friendly reunions. Nope. She's a vampire. Spike though is starting to circle around to get to Buffy and Cheryl, stake in hand.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers seems to be enjoying the relaxing music she is listening to, and is quite irritated when Spike suddenly rips them from her ears. "Spike? What the heck?" she practically rips into him with her anger as she spins around to face the newly made vampire, stake already in hand. seems she wasn't as unprepared as she seemed. Leaping to her feet, Buffy is about to stab her friend, but freezes as she sees the tears in her friend's eyes.

"Look what you've done to me, buffy! this is all your fault!" Baring her teeth, she lunges at Buffy, hurling her into the headstone behind her. Looks like buffy's having an off-day today.

Spike has posed:
"That" Spike says pointing with the stake. "Is why I ripped your headphones offf. He doesn't even call Cheryl 'her', but 'it'. That's Spike thinking the vampire's not even human. That the vampire was, jusst....a vampire. "Oh shut your whining. You wanna know who staked the guy sucking your blood, me. I staked him. Couldn't save you though but I swear if you were blabbing on like this, I'd have bloody staked you myself" Spike says. "Oh Buffy help me oh mighty Slayer. You're pathetic" Spike says and sneers at Cheryl. he's hoping Buffy will catch on that he's trying to draw the vampire's anger. Not Buffy's Buffy's anger is actually scary

Buffy Summers has posed:
"It? How dare you call me an IT!?" Cheryl growls as she lunges at Spike with claws covered in dirt and blood. Even as a human, she had really long fingernails. Now that she's a vampire, her nails have become even tougher and nastier as she attempts to scratch his face, before trying to shove him against the same tombstone.

Meanwhile, Buffy groans as she hits the stone pillar, and a 'crack' can be heard as the stone breaks in places. That'd probably knock most normal people out, or at least break some bones. Buffy however, simply springs back to her feet, grumbling at the bruise on her shoulder and turns to face 'it' - formerly her classmate and buddy in school. "Oh please, Spike. I had *everything* under control.."

Spinning on Cheryl, she frowns a bit, still hurt by her words, but made of tougher stuff than that. "I'm sorry I didn't get there in time, Cheryl, but you sure know how to hang out with the wrong crowd.." she pulls out her stake and starts to dance with the vamp lady, exchanging blows with the other girl. "Interesting, that vamp friend of you must have taught you a thing or two.."

Spike has posed:
Spike ducks and dives, oh his chip will let him dance with vampires alright. He's joining in the fun, too. Who needs stakes when he can punch the vampire. "Yeah I called you an it" he says between punches, and gets clawed in the face. "Oh. You did not" Spike grunts. Then he gets a bit of hair clawed out. Oh. It's on now. It's /on/.

Spike's willing to help Buffy out now. Nobody touched the hair and gets away with it!

Buffy Summers has posed:
"There will be more..We are raising an army..Even if you kill me, more will come! Carpe Noctem will rise and you will wish you joined us, vampire!" Cheryl laughs now, her face twisted into pure evil now as she continues to strike out blindly at both Spike and Buffy..However, it's increasingly clear that this is a losing battle for her, and she is sorely outnumbered as Spike and Buffy double team up to take her down. "Enough of this." Buffy sighs, spinning her stake to plunge deeply into Cheryl's heart. With a shriek, she falls backwards into the coffin, exploding in a burst of dust.

Spike has posed:
"Carpe Noctem?" Spike says. "What the hell's that. You gonna talk, vampire, or do we need to dust ya to find things out?" he addds as Buffy dusts Cheryl. "Okay, fine. We need to find out what Carpe Noctem is. Vampire armies don't sound good. And please, Buffy. Don't stake every goth kid in the Tri State Area, okay?" he asks. He's sounding somewhere between worried, amused,and relieved that Cheryl's dead. But Carpe Noctem is troubling him. That's twice. Twice. And Buffy's dusted both vampires. Great....not much off a lead, from Spike's view

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers sighs, staring down into the grave and kicking some dirt over her grave. "Rest well, Cheryl. I'll avenge your death, I promise." she glances towards Spike and shrugs, "Dunno. It's the second time I've heard that name. I assume it's some sorta initiation or something. Maybe we'd find more clues at her dorm room. I know how to get there, the lock's always been a bit dodgy, but it's all the way in Gotham. Definitely something to check out next time I'm back in my apartment. But for now, I could really use a drink.." she sighs, stretching her aching muscles. That vamp really did a number on her back and shoulder and she groans, trying to reach the ugly bruise that's starting to form on her shoulder, in an awkward spot that makes it hard to reach.

Spike has posed:
Spike snorts. "You could use a drink. She's a college student, right? What self respecting student doesn't hide alcohol in their dorm? Come on, Buffy. We got a chance to break this open, and you to drink as well" he says. Win win for everyone. Except the dead girl, mind. Spike's just wanting to figure this out, and, deal with it, like, well, now.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers sighs tiredly and shrugs, "Yeah, sure, I guess so..Although that wasn't much of a patrol..I'm off my game, too distracted. Whatever. Let's get something to drink. Any good bars around here? The Bronz gets old after a while.." she does her best to wipe the blood and dirt off her jacket before joining Spike. "So, what have you been up to lately, besides the usual? Still trying to play hero?" she smirks.

Spike has posed:
Spike raises his palms. "I rehomed kittens. Fred got a lot of kittens, and, get this, started a Youtube channel" Spike offers with a grin. "I won at kitten poker, so those kittens needed a home. So what if I crashed the Hyperion with a dozen or more kittens. I couldn't let them be homeless and I doubt you'd approve of me taking care of all the kittens. I was even thinking of giving you one, but...I didn't" Spike offers. "Bars around here, hell if I know. Ain't been here in forever. Plus, I doubt we can find a bar that gets you drunk, and me sated with animal blood. And no, buying packs of beer and hanging out in a butcher's does not count" Spike adds quickly.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow. "Rehomed..Kittens? The heck are you talking about?" and as for a youtube channel, that makes her brows raise even higher. "are you kidding me? Seriously?" that actually makes her laugh even more. "I mean, really..A youtube channel about kittens..." she's laughing so hard she's got tears in her eyes. "I mean, sure, I'd love a kitten. Never had a pet, always wanted one, just never figured you were the type.."

Spike has posed:
Spike looks amused and pulls out his phone to show her. "I'm serious" Spike says pulling up the channel. "Warning, it'll kill you with cutenes...how the hell did....okay that's it. I'm making a channel if it's that easy to get people to watch" Spike gripes. "Bar. Get drunk. That's a plan. Let' go!" Spike says with a grin.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers peers intently at his phone and rolls her eyes some more. "Wow, they've turned you into a helpless little kitten, haven't they? I wonder what Drusilla would say if she could see you now?" she smirks, seeming to enjoy taunting him as they continue down the path. "Seriously, I don't plan on getting drunk, just enough to take the edge off." Because seriously she doesn't trust herself around him when she's drunk.

Spike has posed:
Nor does Spike. Then again, it'd take more to get Spike drunk. Which is bad for everyone. He'll stick to being the DV, the 'designated vampire'. Because even a slightly drunk Buffy is dangerous. Mostly to him, mostly to vampires, but a little tiny teensy bit to everyone though. Spike's walking with Buffy but he's let the kitten remark slide. "What the hell is it with me being compared to animals? Faith called me a puppy. Now you call me a kitten. So, does that mean I get to sit on your lap and you pet me, then I scratch your ankles when I'm feeling bad?" Spike asks. That's kind of appealing. The idea of a cat litter box, and a spray bottle...is not.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers chuckles and shrugs, "What can I say, maybe it has to do with that chip in your head? You went from being a vicious supervillain to a helpless but cute wannabe hero, because he has no choice in the matter. Can you blame people for seeing you as cute and cuddly instead of vicious and deadly?" Oh yeah, she's enjoying this a little too much. Just wait til she gets drunk! As they turn a corner, Buffy seems to be leading them to a new place, although it looks expensive. "Club Lux. Huh, ever been there before? Looks expensive, but I'm always up for something new.."

Spike has posed:
Spike bites back a retort. "If I'm cute and cuddly, then...." he tails off eyeing up the club. "No I haven't. Is this a date?" he jibes, it may as well be. They've kissed....er.....a few times. Spike just needs to move in and marry her at this rate, now there's a terrifying thought. Spike. House husband. It's the final form of his domesticated.....helpless, not evil supervillain forms. And, what the actual fuck. In his mind's eye...he's wearing those bloody stupid rubber gloves, doing the dishes. And....horror of horrors, he's /willingly/ doing it. Is this what will happen to him?

Buffy Summers has posed:
Its a REALLY GOOD THING that Buffy cannot HEAR any of those thoughts. Or she'd be positively mortified! And Spike..? Would probably be dusted long, long, looooong ago. Buffy rolls her eyes some more at him, shaking her head. "Then..What? I can do whatever I like to you?" she smirks, playfully poking him in the stomach, or attempting to if he'll allow her. "Wait, wait, you did NOT just say the D-word. No, this is not a date,this is just...Two random people..Hanging out. At a bar. After a fight. With a vampire. Nope, not in the least bit romantic." Okay, so they did share two..Well, were they even kisses? The first one she stumbled on him, the second one, he...Stumbled on her. "You are such an idiot. Those were not kisses, and that was not a date. That's just....Ugh..." she quickens her pace, leaving him behind as she darts into the night club.

Spike has posed:
Spike doesn't get out of the way. Instead he watches Buffy. Fine. theh, the not-date is totally a thing. Just two strangers, having a drink, in a bar. After fighting a vampire. Whaat's odd about that? Spike follows her in and keeps close to Buffy, then looks around. Alright. Points for style. But...really, this place is showy. Very, very showy

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers sighs as she peers around, "Wow, it really is. I'll bet the drinks are expensive, but we can still enjoy ourselves, right? I mean, there's no cover charge tonight at least..C'mon!" she grabs him by the hand and pulls him onto the dance floor, where the disco lights are flashing like crazy off the walls, and a DJ plays an upbeat dance song. Buffy shrugs out of her jacket, leaving it at a nearby table before she brings her arms up in the air, dancing and swinging like no tomorrow. Even if it's showy and expensive, at least the music is good.

Spike has posed:
Spike has to admit Buffy has good taste. Well. Mostly. His dancing's dragging down the property value, so he just settles at a table, then leaps back up after a moment, and joins in dancing. Alright, it's mostly copying Buffy's moved which doesn't work in a duster, trenchcoat and boots. Nope. He's looking out of place. Very. Very out of place.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers chuckles, wrapping her arms around him to grab that flappy duster and pull it off him. "C'mon, quit hiding in that shabby thing..Let's have some fun!" it seems to be a special night because a waitress comes by with a try of free sampler drinks. With a flourish, Buffy grabs two glasses of dry white wine from the try, handing one to Spike and chugging down the other herself, surprisingly quickly, but coughing a bit after. "wow. That stuff is strong. Might have to order another in a bit. I'm feeling lucky." okaay, so the prices are pretty steep, but that stuff is pretty potent and tastes good. what do they put in their drinks anyway? She doesn't seem to care or mind as she dances and twirls, leading Spike in a series of spins and dips.

Spike has posed:
Spike's keeping up. He's downed his wine and bought a whole bottle. A whole....expensive....bottle. Which he starts pouring for them both. He's a gentleman with an agenda. To have a damn good time. The more impressive thing is, he's keeping up with Buffy's dance moves. In his gear.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers doesn't notice the expensive bottle as she spins and twirls around, literally letting her hair down as she's determined to dance the night away. "Wow, how come I haven't checked this place out before?" oh riiight, it's just a little expensive. Maybe she can still have fun without worrying too much about money for tonight. She finally notices the drinks and grins at Spike, reaching for a glass between songs. "Wow, that stuff is potent! What did they put in it?"

Spike has posed:
Spike's on his second glass and smiles. "My treat" he says and looks genuinely like he's having fun, keeping up with her dancing. "This" he says, "Is way better than the Bronze!" he adds with a toast to the place, Buffy, music and, oh yeah, their teamwork, too. It may not be a date. But, they're both having fun. Which is, honestly the main thing

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles and shrugs, "Well, it's different. I've never really been here before on a da---I mean, I've never been here." she frowns at her own words. Uggh, why does she always end up going places with Spike all the time? "Well anyways, I shouldn't stay too long, got to study for an exam for next week.." she sighs, "Honestly, I'm not even sure what I'm doing in college anymore. It's soo tiring, and I wonder if I can even have a job, or career, being the slayer and all?" she peers at Spike, "How do you manage, being a vampire, knowing you don't really have a future, or a normal life?"

Spike has posed:
Spike shakes his head. "You're doing good though" he says swirling the wine in his glass. With that he drains it and pours another. Advantage of being Spike? He's not drunk easily. Dasadvantage? It freaks everyone else out when he drinks a bar dry. And it sucks to wake up to use the loo, as well. Damn it. Spike though looks sympathetic to Buffy. "You'll have a job and a life, Buffy. You're somebody who is determined. You're smart, you're courageous. You're brave" Spike says. "Point is. You're good at what you do" Spike offers. Another glass refilled.

Lucifer has posed:
From one of the upstairs private room areas, the club owner appears. Things change in the club when the owner arrives: the wait staff reacts, becoming friendlier, yet still efficient. They're moving to impress the boss, of course. The bartender looks up and hooks a broad grin at him, and points questioningly towards the large piano in the center. Sometimes the owner wants to do that when he arrives.

Lucifer gives a little negative gesture of hand, coming to the upper rail and surveying down below. He gestures one of the staff near him, who steps in to hear, and nods. After the brief meeting, the music changes: instead of a strobing pulse, the music adjusts into a deeper tone, variations entering the music, to also usher in the crew of barely-dressed dancers that just arrived to do a performance.

Accepting a whiskey brought to his elbow, Lucifer, smiling and upbeat, looks over his domain with an air of pleasant pride, starting to come down the stairs after his eyes linger on the sexy dancers for a few long moments.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers takes another long sip of the dry white wine as she hands near the dance floor, having paused a moment or two for a drink. Admittedly, she does get drunk fairly easily due to her size, although the healing factor helps a bit to let her drink more than someone her size normally could. "I dunno, I think I need a real vacation, you know, from school, work, slaying. And by a job. Are you talking about being a slayer or my job at the burger joint? Which honestly isn't much of a job when you think of it. I'd like a REAL job, y'know, a career. Something where I can get paid good money. Being a slayer doesn't pay well. Actually it doesn't pay at all." she hasn't spotted the owner of the club; Nor would she know him on sight, but she does sense a strange shift in the air, which causes her to shiver a bit, reaching for her jacket. "Phew, did it suddenly get colder in here?"

Spike has posed:
Spike's looking to Bufffy then he looks over past her, then back to Buffy. He looks back to her again and takes another drink, though his eyes are fixed past Buffy. Shaking his head Spike's not about to drag Buffy out if they're both having a good time. Instead, Spike's intent on having fun. But he knows....something....is here, too. And he's on alert.

Lucifer has posed:
A new directive is signaled to the bar from the owner, as he gauges the crowd. Dark eyes take in some new customers at the bar. They aren't the only new ones around.

"A round on the house, courtesy of the owner: Lucifer!" declares the bartender, which is answered by a wave of pleasure from the patrons. Most of them know exactly who the owner is, and he's spotted on the stairs, given some waves and thank-yous his way.

The bartender's assistant moves across to help Spike and Buffy as well, with a broad smile and a question of, "The same, or something else?" to them. Other customers place orders, as the staff adjusts smoothly to this change.

Lucifer disappears for the moment in a tide of various people by the stairway, but his ambiance comes with him. Lucifer has a pleasant aura, that tends to encourage things like partying and drinking.

Buffy Summers has posed:
From the responses of the others here, and the way he speaks with such self-importance, it becomes increasingly clear to Buffy who the owner of this club is. She arches a brow at his offer of free drinks, but she can't say no to that and so she cheers and applauds him, feeling a little drunk and easy going tonight already. "Alright! That's pretty awesome! Hmmm how about another glass of dry white?" the house wine here is pretty strong, but it tastes so good. She'll probably have a major hangover tomorrow though! She glances curiously at Lucifer, then back to Spike, "Do you know that guy? Something odd about him, I dunno.."

Spike has posed:
Spike watches the bartender and the assistant. Then he looks to Buffy. "Gimme the most sodding expensive shit you got. I'm bloody Spike and I deserve it" he said. Sure, he can be an ass when drunk. But this....this is just for show. Because there's no way in....well, Hell, he's drinking cheap alcohol. He does that enough at home, thanks. He does though lower his voice. "Your best drinks. For a very very willing customer" Spike offfers, and slides a black AmEx on the bar. Stolenn, of course. But Spike's ot all the info. Plus he can BS his way into saying oh the guy let me borrow it for the night. He's just determined to get drunk on the finest drink this place offers.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer makes his way along behind the bar, while they scramble with all of the drinks that are now going out in a wave across the club. The dancers finish their number, but move into a new formation and a new song along the raised stage area.

"Of course, sir," the bartender agrees, accepting the card without trouble about it. And bringing far better alcohol around to the area. If there was a small check with Lucifer, it was very subtle.

"Welcome, Spike, isn't it?" Lucifer says, brightly, still within the bartender area, resting one hand on the bar. He ended up putting his hand in something wet, and frowns some, drawing it back. A bartender hustles to wipe that up. Minor problem fixed, Lucifer aims his pleasant smile onto Spike. "I had heard you were in the area, I wondered if I'd see you. Enjoying my club, I hope?" Lucifer asks. There's zero aggression to Lucifer: it's more like he's having a great time, himself, and this is just fun chit-chat. He angles the smile to Buffy as well, dark eyes bottomless, but coaxing.

Spike has posed:
Spike's chilled out. Mostly. He's just a little worked up about Carpe Noctem. But he does return Lucifer's smile. he's hoping fervently nobody assumes he and the Slayer are a thing. That'd make him flee home pretty damn quick. It's bad enough Faith started that. But a club? Oh no, if they do. Spike's denying all this. Though he does match Lucifer's chilled out level. "Yeah I'm in town. Buffy and I were out and figured coming here was a good idea"#-1 ARGUMENT OUT OF RANGEIt's not a date. it's not...it's so not. But Spike's not helping any with his words. "I mean, we were helping each other and it led to here" he says. Keep digging, Spike. He'll end up staked if he doesn't watch his mouth

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow at Lucifer, peering curiously at Spike. "Oh. You two know each other?" of course, Spike has a way of getting around, being hundreds of years old, but.."Oh. Are you the owner of this club? Nice to meet you, I'm Buffy and..I guess you already know Spike. Great club by the way, I dont know why I never thought to check it out before.." she shivers again, feeling that strange vibe, unsure of why. But hey, she's fairly relaxed too, and slightly drunk so she tries not to think too much about it.

Lucifer has posed:
The chatter from Spike falls on an entirely tolerant and patient Lucifer. There's just a cock of his head at Spike and Buffy, smile still remaining. It's easy, comfortable. Lucifer's generally relaxing, in this mode: subtle devil.

"Buffy, then? Welcome," Lucifer says serenely, greeting her more formally, in his own cultured accent. "Yes. Lucifer. Morningstar. I own club Lux." The club they are in. Sometimes drunk people get lost. He gave his name with a sort of teasing awareness: he must know what it sounds like, but he owns the 'joke'.

"Date or otherwise, no judgements here," Lucifer says, with a lift of the whiskey glass in his hand, and a grand gesture around his domain. "Certainly not from me. So long as you don't create any corpses I need to bury," teases Lucifer. There's a flare to Lucifer's eyes, as his presence grows. If there were shivers, those might become more alarming, suddenly, though nothing about Lucifer is actively threatening. He's just a little intense with that grin. But it is a warning, too: don't kill patrons in the club. The barkeep at his left grins at the 'joke', moving to other patrons.

Spike has posed:
Spike grits his teeth....revealing fangs "Not a date" he growls through clenched teeth. It's really grating people assume he and Buffy are on adate. Even though secretly, he is hoping for one. Still though Spike nods. "So what's good to drink?" Spike adds. He's secretly wondering if they got novelty mugs here, too. It'd make his, well, night.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks slowly, smile faltering at the name. If she were just an ordinary girl, she'd just laugh it off. But she is a Slayer of Demons, and such names are not taken lightly. "Um. As in...Lucifer, the devil?" she returns a smile, although hers is now a bit cooler, a bit guarded. "Wow, that's...Original...?" she laughs a bit at the corpses bit, shrugging as she glances around the bar. "Corpses, huh? Well, as long as there aren't any *real demons* here, I think they're safe." there's that guarded smile again, "Oh, and we're totally NOT on a date. Spike's just my..Err...Work..Partner..?" or something.

Lucifer has posed:
"There might be a demon or two, but they're not on shift right now," chuckles Lucifer, looking down the bar, but he doesn't linger on that. Buffy asked about his name.

"Right. Immortal lord of hell. And so on; there's a number of titles," teases Lucifer as Buffy questions, flashing her a little wink. Is he joking? He must be. "The /Deceiver/," purrs a very drunk woman from the side, reaching out to try to stroke Lucifer's forearm. Lucifer blinks at her, looking hurt. "Hardly. I speak the truth. Everyone always seems surprised when they discover that fact," Lucifer says, but moves towards the woman and her obvious intent.

"I suspect I'm needed," Lucifer says playfully. "Take care of this 'work partnership' not-date, won't you, Ronald?" Lucifer says to the bartender, who returns to help Spike with his liquor requirements. It appears Lucifer does believe they're dating, at least by his response. He moves down the bar, to greet the overly happy woman that wanted his attentions.

Spike has posed:
Spike watches them and sighs looking to Buffy. "Do I need to....I don't know, do something?" he asks quietly as Spike looks unimpressed at the idea people /do/ think they're dating. That's annoying Spike a little, but in the same turn, amusing him too.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers narrows her eyes slightly, peering back at Lucifer intently as if trying to determine if he's joking or being literal. "...Right. That's..Good to know.." dammit, she needs more drinks! And she reaches for another glass of wine, even as she's already feeling a bit tipsy on her third tall glass. "Why would they be surprised. Isn't that the devil's greatest strength? Deception?" she smirks. "Well. It was nice meeting you, Lucifer. I may come back here again.." glancing back at Spike, she arches a brow, "Do something? Like what, exactly? Don't get any *ideas* unless you want to end up a pile of dust on the floor."

Spike has posed:
Spike shakes his head. "Would I?"Spike asks with a smirk. "Really, would I get ideas?" he asks.

What if, say, Buffy got ideas huh? Spike's pondering that for a moment.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles and shrugs, finishing the last of her third drink, and she's a bit tipsy on her feet, grasping the table for balance as she peers around. "Well, I certainly hope you dont get *those* kinds of ideas, but a little d ancing never hurt, right?" she grins and winks, attempting to grasp his hand and pull him to his feet. "I mean, if you're basically my...Work assistant, in the slaying of demons that is, any sort of flirting would be inappropriate, no?"

Spike has posed:
Spike lets Buffy take his hand, he's not tot even drunk yet. Instead he's thinking on it. "Work assistant? I slay vampires with you, Buffy" Spike says with a wink to her. Hey, hey, Buffy started it. Spike's just going along with it.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers laughs as she pulls him onto the dance floor, twirling and spinning and flinging her arms up in the air as she sways to the intense beat of the music. "Yeah, work assistant. You assist me in slaying, except you don't get paid for it. But I suppose you get to hang out with a cute girl all night long. Maybe that's payment enough!" she laughs some more, really feeling the alcohol working through her body now. Ugh, maybe she shouldn't have drunk so much. Oh well. Too late now!

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Spike snorts. "You make me lunch. I let you crash at my place" Spike says. "I get to hang out with a girl that's smart and funny, and gonna regret it in the morning" he says. "Hangover, hat is" he adds, because one. he enjoys Buffy's company. Two. He's still conflicted over Cheetah. Three, he's worried about Buffy being drunk and taken advantage of. And four, is that a little bit of jealousy there, Spike?

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Buffy Summers arches a brow, "Make you...? Ohhhhh you mean those blood bags." she wrinkles her nose as she graps his hand and pulls him in close for a slower beat. "I mean, how can you even drink that stuff? It must taste terrible. And how would I regret....?" oh right, hangover. Quit letting your imagination go overboard, Buffy! "So yeah, are you seeing anyone lately? I mean, not that I care, I'm just curious." wow, she must be really drunk, she's not usually so flirty and causal with him.

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Spike cants his head at Buffy with a look and a grin, a genuine grin. He watches her as she pulls him in closer, he's liking the feeling of her hand in his. He watches her and smiles. "Oh, how did you think you'd regret it in the morning? Come on, Buffy. If you go there you won't regret it" he says with a wink. Spike's playing at being drunk. "Me? Seeing anyone?" he asks. "No, why?" he adds. Open mouth. Insert foot. "It does taste terrible. Honestly. It tastes awful" Spike admits.

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Buffy Summers laughs some more as she continues to dance, pulling Spike along with her. "Oh, no reason at all! It's totally not what you thought, I just meant..Getting drunk and hungover..Doing things i might not normally do..Regretting them in the morning.." she twirls away again then pulls in close, almost too close as she peers into his eyes. "Oh yeah? How about that lady friend of yours who dropped by the other day? Didn't get a good look at her though. Was she another vampire? Do you date vampires?" she shrugs and smirks, enjoying teasing him it seems.

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Spike grins, "Sure that's where your mind was going, Buffy" he says keeping up with her movements. Much as he's wanting to wag a finger at her....not wise. He does though put his feet in it. "OH you look good dancing, not fighting or killing. It's a nice change of pace" Spike nods sagely, then he really puts his feet in it. "Why what were you thinking about. Be honest" Spike says, then when she leans in and watches his eyes, Spike watches her. "Who, Barbi? Oh, her" he says dismissively. "She just dropped in to see how an old frriend was doing." he says. THen he really puts his feet in it. "There's nothing going on with her, Buffy. If...If there was I...I'd tell you" he says. Forget insert foot. Try insert whole leg at this rate.

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Buffy Summers rolls her eyes some more, leaning over to slap his face..Only her hand ends up caressing his cheek instead..Rather than pulling back to hit him. Although she quickly pulls away. "Nothing at all! You have such a sick mind, I mean really!" she keeps pace with him, her footsteps matching his as the beat of the song quickens a bit more. "Anyways, it's not like I was jealous or anything of you and..Barbie doll. I mean, it's not really any of my business really. I was just...Curious is all. If you two are having a thing then, I'd be happy for you." she shrugs, "So how'd you guys meet?"

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Spike leans his face into Buffy's touch, though he's keenly aware of the beat and the footwork. He's also aware of Buffy, as well. He does snort at the 'Barbie Doll' remark, a snort that turns into a laugh. Spike's laughing about the 'Barbie Doll' remark. "Yeah you don't care but you're on about it. You rather I'm with you instead?"

Blunt question. No backing down, now Spike.

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Buffy Summers blinks slowly, turning a little red. "Oh. I'm only kidding you know..." she laughs a bit nervously, pulling away. "Really, I mean, yeah you're a pain in the butt but you've helped me a couple times, and I do consider you a friend and.." with her in stead? Buffy's smile fades, moving off the dance floor and back to her table, desperate for another drink. "I mean, why would you even go there? That's just...Crazy. and besides, I'm already in another relationship..Kinda..."