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[molotov]

Who: Molotov and you, maybe
What: Fireside sitting in the lobby, thinking, talking, drinking
When: The middle of the damn night!
Where: Lobby
Rating: Ehhh probably like PG-13 at most

The lobby never really got silent, not with the noctural residents and everyone who seemed to come and go at all hours, but it did get quiet if you waited up late enough, and Molotov needed a little bit of quiet.

Sure, she could have stayed up in her room, could have sat in bed next to Brock as he slept, even though she couldn't sleep herself. But something about it made her want to leave, want to just be in front of the beautiful, if slightly "majestic generic", fireplace down in the lobby.

So she'd put on some pajamas and wandered downstairs, taking a seat on the sofa closest the fire. The castle provided a blanket to cover her legs with, and a mug of red wine hot chocolate that never seemed to need refilling, and Molotov couldn't help but think it was the nicest thing the castle had done in a while.

And there she sat, alone and silent, gazing into the flames as the lobby traffic died out more and more.

Until you came along.

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[gottaknockhard]

That was a shortly lived victory. "What thing?"

[molotov]

"Our whole 'I hate you' thing," she says, gesturing vaguely. To be fair though, there isn't any malice in her tone, so she must not think poorly of the thing. "And a lot of the kissing has been you too, refusing to move."

[gottaknockhard]

The 'whole kissing thing' would be one of those subjects they weren't supposed to mention again. He's pretty sure that was the unspoken agreement.

"It was part of the magic."

[molotov]

Yes, but Molotov is pretty smashed at this point anyway, so of course she's forgotten that part.

"Oh please, you love playing chicken!" There's a wide, vague hand movement here. "Always trying to be the last one standing."

[gottaknockhard]

It always bugs him when someone picks out fairly obvious flaws of his. He never thought that applied to magic kissing, but the fact that it might is something he'd rather not dwell on.

"You could have gone the other way too, you know."

[molotov]

Well, it applies to everything really, doesn't it? Molotov is unaware she's hit a nerve by pointing out something that someone who literally just met Spike could tell him.

"Who says I do not like playing chicken too? It is just a more serious game to you, I think."

[gottaknockhard]

He probably wouldn't mind as much if he heard it from someone else, but certain people don't have to try that hard.

"You'd think I'd win if I kept playing."

[molotov]

Oh come on, this has been a perfectly nice conversation. Cool your jets, Spiegel!

"No one wins when they play against me," Molotov smirks, like 'winning at magical kissing chicken' is a real thing. She's probably going to find herself in a really compromising situation someday because of this shit.

Oh wait, that already happened too.

[gottaknockhard]

He really hates being the only person who is still bothered by the castle's stupid mind control pranks.

"That's fair to say." Kissing a friend's hot wife is losing in this scenario.

[molotov]

He's not the only one bothered, but it is a little weird that he hasn't gotten at least a little jaded to it. I mean, Spike and Molotov have gone full-on first base so many times that it's barely worth getting into a huff about it.


"Da, but it could be worse. At least I know you. Winding up with a stranger is always so awkward." So that's that. Molotov would rather make out with Spike than someone she doesn't know.

[gottaknockhard]

That's the problem. Everyone seems to think he's harmless. Most of the time, he's the last to shake out of it. One of these times someone isn't going to be on their game and it's going to go too far.

And speaking of awkward.

"...Yeah. They might get the wrong idea."

[molotov]

That's not anything that Molotov is worried about. With the exception of that sins plague, she's never heard of anyone going from magic kissing to sex without snapping out of it. And it's not like she and Spike sit around eating the magic foods together, so they're probably safe.

She snorts. "You sound like this has been a chronic issue for you."

[gottaknockhard]

With how grabby he's been during some of those, Spike isn't so sure he wouldn't be the one to test that theory. The castle hates him the most, he thinks, so he wouldn't put it past it.

"At least once a year." Immediately dismissing whatever she's implying there. He's normal and has normal problems with December, that's all.

[molotov]

Maybe Spike should learn to stay in his damn room when these things became a problem. Don't wander around the castle like an idiot if you have a hard time controlling you hands!

Molotov wasn't implying anything, so she doesn't acknowledge it. "I've only gotten a stranger once or twice. I try to avoid people I do not know anyway, so."

[gottaknockhard]

He tried his best. Remember that time he hid in the cabin during it? This time he was just there for supplies before leaving, and yet.

Definitely not his fault, actually, when he thinks about it.

"And all this time I thought it was a coincidence."

[molotov]

You can't hide in a space that your kissing nemesis is likely to show up in! It would be like if Molotov hid in Spike's closet.

Which is his floor. We all know his actual closet is empty.

"Maybe give it a try this year."

[gottaknockhard]

Hey, he has a closet. It may not have any clothes in it, but it exists specifically for people to hide in.

"Avoiding people?"

[molotov]

But then what's the point of hiding in there! He'll never open the closet, so there's no opportunity to surprise him. Nope, gotta stay on the floor-closet.

"Da," she says, snorting. "Actually stay away from where people will be, if you are so put off by kissing them."

[gottaknockhard]

There's no guarantee he'll find her there either. This plan could have worked.

"I don't know why that never occurred to me."

[molotov]

He'll have to look for his giant puffy coat at some point! And that's when she'll spring up from his disgusting, probably sticky floor and attack.

"Because you are stupid," she tells him somewhat affectionately, laughing.

[gottaknockhard]

He'd never see it coming. But even when he does, it ends up going exactly the same way.

Spike recognizes that she's being nice to him though, and it's a strange sort of phenomenon. "I never thought you'd warm up to me."

[molotov]

Molotov shrugs, and looks at him, her eye a little bleary from the alcohol. "We used to like each other," she says. "Why is it so crazy that we could do it again? Start over or whatever?"

[gottaknockhard]

It's more crazy that she's the one who would think of that. As long as he's been known to hold a grudge, it would make his life a little easier if he had one less person who wants him dead.

"Are you sure that's not the alcohol talking?"

[molotov]

"I have made worse decisions with less alcohol in me." She snorts, then smiles. "So even if it is, it can be lived with."

[gottaknockhard]

All this time, all he had to do was get her drunk. It seems like she's already forgiven him for attempting to leave earlier too. When is he ever let off this easy?

"I guess it's gone on long enough." For her to learn something, he means. He's never an asshole for no good reason.