[Closed] Blurring the lines

[demonologist]

WHO Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Spike
WHAT It's Fusion week and Wes is generally not coping well.
WHERE Seedy bar, probably one they've been to before.
WHEN Night before the Sanctuary bombing
NOTES
WARNINGS Will update

Comments

((and now for the comedy section of this evening's entertainment...))

[demonologist]

Wes nodded and started to dig into his pockets for his swiss army knife. His hands weren't as coordinated as usual so he ended up pulling out a stake, holy water, hellsing badge and brass knuckles (all of which he handed off to Spike) before he found and produced said knife.

"Ah. There it is."

He reclaimed his items, stowing them back into his jacket pockets again. Then he realised it would probably be best to take off his jacket, so he attempted trying to remove it. Attempted being the operative word.

[idolstolemylook]

"Oh, sure," he said, shrugging. "Just wanted to be sure you were done with your little routine, first. Wouldn't want to miss out."

[demonologist]

"My routine?!" Yes, he's taking umbrage and giving Spike a drunken-scowl. "Go away, you obnoxious twat." He'll be stumbling for the door now.

[idolstolemylook]

Spike waved cheerily, and set off on his way. Too bad Willow wasn't here--she'd explained to him that for some reason you didn't call people "twats," not that he'd listened enough to remember now.