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[whatialways_do]

Who: Max Guevara and Spike Spiegel
What: Max is Spike's latest object of affection.
When: July 20th.
Where: The Lux
Rating: PG-TBD



[It's been a pretty average day at the Lux. No magical time travel, no out of place guests, just a few people who wanted a beer and a decent meal. Nothing out of the usual one way or the other.

Max notices Spike at the end of the bar, and starts to head down in his direction.]

Yo.

Comments

[whatialways_do]

[shrugs]

Or just general bitchiness. The castle doesn't make living here easy.

[gottaknockhard]

[He can't argue that; Spike's done more than his fair share of bitching. Even if he tries to be a quiet drunk, Max is probably well aware.]

And then someone like you comes along with the special of the day.

[whatialways_do]

[ ........ that sounds disturbingly close to flirting. She gives him a bit of a look.]

You feelin' okay?

[gottaknockhard]

[Oh, he's definitely flirting. He hasn't even taken his eyes off her to look at his plate.]

Just putting things in perspective.

[whatialways_do]

[this .... is very weird.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike leans back, considering her reply. He doesn't seem to care that he's pushing his luck.]

Do you ever get tired of it?

[whatialways_do]

Get tired of what?

[gottaknockhard]

Being the one who has to listen.

[whatialways_do]

[shrugs]

It's not so bad. Helps me keep a handle on what's going on around here.

[gottaknockhard]

Makes for some good stories, anyway.

[Then, he does something he almost never does... but since he's got such a convenient segue.]

I don't think I ever got yours.

[whatialways_do]

Mine? As in mine from home?

[gottaknockhard]

Yeah. Unless you want me to stick with my imagination.

[whatialways_do]

[shrugs]

Bike messenger in post-Apocalyptic Seattle.

[gottaknockhard]

[Considering Earth is destroyed in his time, that piques his interest. He never did ask what year she's from.]

That wouldn't have been my guess.

[whatialways_do]

What? You think I'm from a galaxy far far away?

[gottaknockhard]

Apparently not. They'll have to change the expression that nothing good comes from Earth.

[whatialways_do]

I think a good chunk of the castle might take offense to that expression.

[gottaknockhard]

Probably. Amazing how time can change your perception.

[whatialways_do]

It's funny that way.

[gottaknockhard]

[He still hasn't touched that food, but he's too wrapped up in his last thought and her beautiful eyes.]

Speaking of which, what time do you get off?

[whatialways_do]

[she shrugs]

I close, so around three?

[gottaknockhard]

[That's kind of too late to go out for dinner, but he's got another idea.]

Maybe I can stick around to help.

[whatialways_do]

[eyebrows go up]

You want to help out?

[gottaknockhard]

Why not? [He has a generous heart and innocent motives here.] I can count it towards working off my tab.

[whatialways_do]

[shrugs]

Alright. Clock in, and I'll make sure Jo knows.

[not that she thinks Spike has an actual tab, but just in case.]