[open to Hellsing]

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

WHO Scott, semi-open
WHAT Tension week is getting to him~
WHERE Hell House
WHEN Thursday, July 7, all day
NOTES/WARNINGS He is very very tense. And on a very short fuse

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[idolstolemylook]

Every once in awhile, Spike stopped by Hell House to pick up some cash. For services rendered. But Wesley wasn't there, and neither was Owen, and now he was poking around looking for someone to give it to him or, even better, the money so he could help himself.

There was a closed door he didn't recognize, and the faint sound of someone inside, so he opened it, sticking his head through.

"Lookin' for the banker," he said without preamble.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

"Aye, well, I'm no' him." Scott shot the intruder a warning glance, and at his feet, Laphroaig growled softly. Scott recognized the man in a vague sort of way; had seen him on the monitors. Was aware that he worked for Hellsing in some fashion. There'd been that incident with Wes, which would have been cause for some smirking, had Scott not been in such a mood.

[idolstolemylook]

"No shit," Spike drawled. "Any idea where I can find someone to ring me up? Got some drinkin' to do."

Of course, he could just steal it, but one sometimes liked to have singles for the ladies.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

Scott rolled his eyes, and pointed a finger toward the ceiling. "Y'work for the organization, y'might as well try figurin' out where things are. Admin offices, second floor. It's no' exactly difficult t'find."

[idolstolemylook]

"Weren't there," he said. Spike leaned in the doorway. "So what is it you do, Jock?"

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

"Head o' security." He motioned in the direction of the wall of monitors across from his desk. "An' it's Scott, thanks."

[idolstolemylook]

Spike laughed at that. "That's even worse," he said. He lounged his way into the room, glancing at the monitors.

There was, quite plainly, one of the porch. Spike grinned.

"Nice work, if you can get it. See anything you like, mate?"

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

"I might have," Scott answered, resisting the urge to get up and escort Spike out of the room by force. Any other week, any other time, he'd have dealt with the intrusion the same way he dealt with Zero's frequent interruptions of his work - a lot of eyerolling and a lot of idle threats. But the city had him on edge this week, and the longer Spike stayed, the less idle those threats might be.

[idolstolemylook]

"Well look who's a barrel of monkeys today," Spike said. "Should lighten up, Scotty. Get out more."

Scott was boring. And Spike couldn't even eat him.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

"Perfectly fine where I am, thanks. An' it's Scott, in case you missed that the first time." Of course there was always the risk that insisting on Scott would just make Spike insist on calling him Scotty. And he'd just have to deal with it, because what else could he do?

[idolstolemylook]

Spike grinned. Someone was sensitive, and that was like blood in the water. "I'll try an' remember that," he said, which he would. "He gave one last look to the monitors, and shrugged. "Can see you're pretty busy here, though. I'll leave you to your peeping, then."

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

"Tell Wes I said hi," he said, off-hand. More to let Spike know that yes, he'd seen what had happened than because he wanted Spike to pass the message along. Anything that would get the man out of his office.

[idolstolemylook]

Spike's eyes glittered, as he smirked.

"Will do," he said. No skin off his nose, after all.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

"Good. Now get th'hell out o' my office before I have t'chase you out." The threat wasn't entirely serious, though if Spike chose to hang around and bother him some more, it could very well turn serious.

[idolstolemylook]

Spike rolled his eyes and sauntered out, like a cat deciding to vacate your chair. Scotty was boring, anyway. "Have fun, then."