Owner	Pose
Spike	Nighttime. No chip. Spike is like a new man. Walking through the park, a bottle of Jameson in his hand, he's singing a bit, his voice carrying in not quite the worst tone that a person has ever heard. "Well well well. It's a beautiful night...it's a beautiful night, oh what a wonderful night...." he cants, chanting out casually. "I'm just a man....a lonely old man...walking along...singing a song...and drinking his Jameson dry." He has on his long leather trenchcoat, a pair of pants, a simple black t-shirt, and a very fancy belt. He has his chain that hangs from his belt loop, connecting to his wallet....which also serves as a lovely beat-stick when needed. He hops up, kicking the heels of his industrial boots together twice as he looks about.
Charlie Carpenter	Night time. Charlie is on her way from somewhere and heading to somewhere else, and has taken a shortcut through the park to get there. She's alone, no band mates, and no snacks along for the walk with her. Tonight she's in a pair of ripped black jeans and a black leather vest pulled tight against her body. A sleeveless hoodie is on over that, though it's left hanging open as she walks, not zipped up, though her hands are in the pockets of the hoodie. She's singing too as she walks though she pauses when she hears another voice in the night, a cringe on her features, until she turns the corner in the path and sees... Spike? Is that Spike? She's pretty sure there's only one Billy Idol wannabe vampire in the area. Her eyes narrow in his direction, her steps turning her so that she'll walk past him.
Spike	To the toon of cradle of love...he's singing. "Drink a bottle of Jamesons....Drink a bottle of jamesons....it's a bottle of love....don't drink it easily yeaaaaaah...oh, sent from heaven above THAT'S RIGHT...." yes, yes Billy Idol indeed. As he sees you approaching there is a good up and down look given. His eyes moving over the girl, trying to decide if she's worth the time to stop and toss about a bit. "Hello hello...." he says with that pleasant little grin. "What's a nice place like you doing in a girl like this," he offers, apparently caught up with his old 20-somethingteen movies as he does, spinning about to hop onto a bench, hand out and wrapping around a lamp post as the other offers out the bottle.
Charlie Carpenter	Charlie Carpenter stops a few strides back from what appears to be a rather drunk vampire. Her head tips slowly to the right as he... sings. Badly. And then offers out booze while simultaneously hitting on her. If that can be called flirting. "You, should learn to sing Spike." She's not really one to pass up free booze though, so if he doesn't snatch the bottle back she'll take it and take a pull from it before passing it back. "Also flirt. You should learn to do that too." The little vampiress slides her hands out of the pockets of her hoodie and settles them on her hips, watching William the Bloody hold onto a light pole, drinking whiskey and singing.
Spike	"Oh love," he says with a laugh. "I know how to flirt. I practically invented it. Though flirting assumes the desire for a long term relationship. It means you're trying to impress someone..." he says, hopping off the bench and landing in front of you. "I'm not really in the flirting sort of mood," he says, stepping up all nice and close into one's personal space. He looks at your vest and your torn jeans, a bit of amusement rolling across his features as he says, "Then there are nights like tonight where one's had just enough to drink and has been too long without mayhem. And I do love me a little bit of mayhem. So flirting is sweet...but tonight is more of a hang on to your knickers type of evening. Wake up tomorrow and wonder what happened. Maybe question your morals and decide your mom and dad were right all along. But doesn't mean after dealing with the guilt and regret you don't smile and decide you want to do it all over again..."
Charlie Carpenter	"Mayhem? Way I hear it you can't get up to mayhem anymore. Someone put a chip in your head that neutered big scary William the Bloody. So whatcha gonna do that's gonna get your rocks off?" Charlie smirks as she stands there, not apparently afraid of Spike. She didn't get the memo that the chip doesn't stop him from hitting other demons, just humans. "Chase some humans around and snarl at them?" Charlie's smirk grows as she takes a step forwards, drawing in closer, peering up at Spike. Impudent little vampiress that she is she smiles up at him when she takes that step forwards. "Sad really. After I got turned I heard all these stories about Angelus and Spike. Only to find out that Angelus is a good guy now, and Spike can't hurt anyone. Would have liked to meet the real Spike."
Spike	He laughs. "I like you. You're a right cheeky little thing," he says, leaning his head back as he takes another swig and yet, when his head comes back up it comes heading straight towards your own for a head butt. Human? You may get hit in the face. Vampire? You definitely may get hit in the face. Neutered? Apparently not. Either way, that's what he tries to do as he grins, hopping back and putting the bottle down. Wouldn't want that to get hurt in a fight. "Turned hmmm? Well I can't blame whoever did that. They had good taste. I mean if you're going to be stuck for eternity at least they picked someone with a reasonable sense of fashion. I also really do find a good attitude sexy," he says with that grin. "So...miss well informed. What else would you like to know?"
Charlie Carpenter	That head comes flying forwards and well... Charlie was very much not expecting it. So his skull thuds hard into her own and sends her staggering back a few steps. She looks up in unmitigated shock. "What?" She asks, her tone confused, though she's asking what at the whole being head butted thing. Suddenly taunting Spike does /not/ seem like such a good idea. Not at all. Her eyes narrow as he puts the bottle down. She shrugs her way out of her sleeveless hoodie, no point in giving him something to grab onto if this looks like it's going to turn into a fight. Which it... is. "Yeah, there is. Who taught you how to head butt? A grandma with a walker?" She zips in, moving fast, faster than most vampires her age can move, and she comes in with a solid punch aimed right for Spike's chest. Not going for the face or anything yet, they're just trading greetings. Of course, even faster than a vampire her age normally would be, is probably not fast enough to catch a vampire with over a century on her unawares.
Spike	A lamp post near a bench. A bottle of Jameson's (half gone) on the park bench. And a little girl hitting Spike in the chest and sending him backwards onto his ass. And there's a sudden laugh as Spike lays in the grass on his back, looking up at the sky and he calls out, "All RIGHT! Now that is what I am talking about," he says and doing a little sort of kick up, he's back on his feet and there's a swagger to his step...a swagger Faith has seen back in the day...when Spike didn't have a chip in his brain turning him into a complete wuss. "See....now this is how friends greet each other," he says walking up to Charlie and as his hand comes back as if he's about to punch, his foot suddenly lifts up, cradling at the knee before kicking forward into a nice little front snap kick aimed above the girl parts but below the boobs. Because he's a gentleman.
Charlie Carpenter	Charlie lets out a laugh when Spike seems to be enjoying getting punched. It's a quick laugh though as the older vampire kips up to his feet and advances on her. "Oh I don't know that I'd call us friends yet. That takes a little more." She's still slightly confused as to how he was able to hit her to begin with. But then he comes lurching forwards, and her experience shows. Sure baby vamps are reborn with some pretty solid innate fighting knowledge, but it doesn't grant experience. Like getting faked out and catching a boot in the gut. Charlie hits the ground and slides along the grass, leaving a slight furrow in the thick green carpet. "Well that was rude." She comments from the ground, then in a blink she's on her feet again and she zips right towards Spike, veering aside at the last moment to head over to the park bench and grab his booze. She takes a pulll off of it and waggles it at him. "I got your booze." She teases with more than a bit of sass and snark in her tone. She waggles the bottle and takes another sip before she zips backwards a dozen feet or so. "Bill the Bard wasn't it?" Yeah, she really should stop teasing Spike. But sometimes she really can be the dumb.
Faith Lehane	Faith is strolling through the park. Che has a cigarette tucked between her lips and her gloved hands shoved into the pockets of her jeans. She's apparently unafraid of being out in Sunnydale in the dark, all alone, scanning her surroundings with a thin veil of complete disinterest and periodically looking up at the stars. Faith, atl east, is clamer than she usually is. It's probably a good sign that she can turn the intensity down a couple notches whe nnothing is happening. Instead of doing anything drastic, the second Slayer follows the sound of combat, arching a brow as she's coming into view. She doesn't announce hrself. Instead, she waltzes up to the nearby bench and lazilysits down into it. Really, she half falls backward over the arm, and slides to a half-seated position with her legs hanging over the side of the bench and her elbows propping her up. From here she... Watches. Which is a high enough compliment.
Spike	"I think it's sweet that you're part of my fan club love. I'll send you the secret decoder ring later but for now I think it best if you just stick with calling me Spike. I don't have many friends and even they would know better than to go about bringing up the past like that. It just ain't done...no matter who it is that decided to tell you stories." And then Faith comes in and plops down. "OH look," he says with a smirk. "It's the slayer who tried to steal my look. Well I have news for you, I wore it first and I wear it better. Now stay the hell out of my closet," he says, though totally fair, it is entirely possible they're wearing the exact same brand of leather pants. He looks over to the new girl, "What's your name...." meaning Char of course. Then he looks back to Faith....lips pursed. He doesn't know yet what kind of night this is going to be with Leather and Stake over there.
Charlie Carpenter	Charlie shrugs her shoulders a little bit. "Lots of people been talking a lot of shit since you got chipped. You're gonna have a whole lot of head smashing to do if you're gonna punish everyone who's been talking about you. Sharing stories, swapping tales, spinning a few of their own." Charlie doesn't turn her head to look at Faith, she spots the Slayer take her seat and opens her mouth to say something, probably hi when Spike calls her a Slayer. That does bring Charlie's head jerking around to stare at Faith. "Oh." She comments, tone soft, slightly worried. "Well..." She takes another swig of Spike's booze. "Charlie." She responds back, setting the bottle down on the ground as she speeds forwards towards Spike, this time she does go for a more solid hit, not hitting for ribs this time but trying to plant a fist in the vampire's stomach. "I think you should make me watch my tongue old man." She says with a laugh and a grin. She might get her ass kicked, but she's enjoying herself.
Faith Lehane	"...Charlie?" That lazy smirk of Faith's disappears. She looks earnestly shocked, staring at both of them. The Slayer takes a deep breath and shakes her head quickly, the expression vanishing from her features a second later. "Hey, good to see you. Kick his ass, okay?" A laugh follows, rather chipper, and she lets her feet sway. Faith and Spike do, in fact, wear the same brand of leather pants. Faith's are several sizes smaller, but what cna you do? She's actually fairly petite when it comes down to it. "Your closet has all the best stuff, Spike. Leather... Skeletons..." Faith shrugs. "Never know what you'll find, right?"
Spike	As Charlie comes charging at him again Spike goes ahead and takes the blow, bringing his guard in and turning to the side, letting that leather do what it's supposed to do and shield him against a blunt blow, much like the purpose of animals that have hides. Still though, as she listens, there's a satisfying grunt from the older vampire that shows even though he didn't go flying or anything, though as she does step in, the taunting from earlier, he does slide his hand up to her hair, tugging the punky little vampie in close for a moment and he leans down to whisper in her ear...though still loud enough to hear. "We'll discuss respecting your elders and the consequences for stealing my alcohol in a little bit," he says simply, and he looks at Faith. "Skeletons? Oh, I don't think you want to go toe to toe in a game of true or dare or 'I never' with me love. Best put all that talk of secrets in with your padded bras before people find out the real scoop..." he says. "But...if you're not here to fight, then I'm going to take this little one back to my place and do some horribly unspeakable things. Any objections?" He looks back and forth between the two women.
Charlie Carpenter	"Heeeeya." Charlie comments back in a definitely awkward sort of tone. "How are you?" Also in awkward sort of tone. But then she's charging at Spike, and though the blow lands with a satisfying thud she finds herself caught by her hair and pulled in close. "You should be careful who's hair you pull. They might LIKE IT!" She jerks her head forwards attempting to return his earlier headbutt with one right to his well... jaw. Lets be realistic. She couldn't reach his face, but she could sure try and headbutt him in the jaw. And she'll try and stomp on his foot to get free. "You're gonne need to regrow your kidney when I'm done with you." She growls out, swinging for the bigger vampire's side with speedy fists. She might be fast, but she's not quite as strong as a vampire her age should be. A little bit of a tradeoff, but one that's served her well in regards to survival given her mouthy nature.
Faith Lehane	"Hm. Tempting," Faith replies to Spike. She lsides down from the bench and shrugs, shifting her hips slightly from left to right. "I don't think you need to do that, though. I'm kind of bored. How about I get her out of your hair? Tonight's been way out of her quiet." She rolls her eyes at Spike but clearly even Faith doesn't want to engage him. She moves casually toward Charlie instead and reaches out a hand, apparently intending to drag the blonde back from her intended opponent. "You. We need to talk, alright?" After a second she adds, "And I do /not/- okay. I do pad my bras, but you know. Just a little. But seriously, Charlie. Come on."
Spike	Spike looks at Faith as she reaches out her hand and he casually bringshis down to slap towards it in that 'don't touch' sort of way. "Easy there," he says. "You. Slayer. Us...eat slayers. Let's not get our knickers in a twist," he says. "We're off to have some fun. You...well...you're not invited. Because you drink and you stake things. And while I can support half of that habit, the other half is simply not welcome where...and with what...we're planning." He winks and turns to head off. His hand is around Charlie's shoulder now, not around her hair, so the girl could totally sneak off away from him if she wanted. Or she can come along and get her comeuppance. We shall see what the pixie punk decides to go with.
Charlie Carpenter	Charlie Carpenter does dodge out from under Spike's arm, and faces off with both the Slayer and the Slayer slayer. "Uhhh so we had a great time. Like... a really great time. Like kept that damn motel awake all night great time but now that you know what I am I reeeeeally don't want to get staked. And you?" She turns her head to regard Spike. "Uhh... actually I don't want to get staked by you either so I'm gonna keep my mouth shut." She can be intelligent. "You know? You two should bang sometime. Would be pretty epic." She winks at them both with a wide grin and then zips over to her hoodie on the ground in a blur of movement, snatching it up off the ground.