It'd be funny to think that a queen and a cowboy may have had similar ideas. Spike had been spending his night innocently taking up a bar stool in one of the pubs that were used to his quiet patronage, up until closing. If he'd stayed at the castle, Jo would have let him stay as long as he'd like, but somehow being served by ghosts once the staff went home never sat too well with him.
In either case, he took to the streets with only a vague direction in mind. Nobody bothered him, as usual. He barely even spotted a late night pickpocket in months, let alone something more interesting. That was one thing he could never get used to. They hadn't kept him from occasionally looking over his shoulder, but he'd become less and less hopeful as time went on. He'd probably sleep a lot better if he saw more action than the kind of magic pranks that he kept falling for.
Maybe they were just waiting for him to drop his last guard. He could pretend.
Those thoughts drifted as a cold breeze hit his face. Any warmth he'd felt in his veins seemed to evaporate too soon, and he paused to light a cigarette. It was such a routine occurrence that the sight of a woman ghosting through the streets may not have caught his attention at all. Only when he detected a hint of desperation that he raised his voice before she passed.
"Getting away from the castle?" That was an easy enough assumption. Spike had been around long enough to spot a resident in any setting. He doubted she was a pickpocket, but he decided to keep his hopes up anyway.
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In either case, he took to the streets with only a vague direction in mind. Nobody bothered him, as usual. He barely even spotted a late night pickpocket in months, let alone something more interesting. That was one thing he could never get used to. They hadn't kept him from occasionally looking over his shoulder, but he'd become less and less hopeful as time went on. He'd probably sleep a lot better if he saw more action than the kind of magic pranks that he kept falling for.
Maybe they were just waiting for him to drop his last guard. He could pretend.
Those thoughts drifted as a cold breeze hit his face. Any warmth he'd felt in his veins seemed to evaporate too soon, and he paused to light a cigarette. It was such a routine occurrence that the sight of a woman ghosting through the streets may not have caught his attention at all. Only when he detected a hint of desperation that he raised his voice before she passed.
"Getting away from the castle?" That was an easy enough assumption. Spike had been around long enough to spot a resident in any setting. He doubted she was a pickpocket, but he decided to keep his hopes up anyway.