video } { hey you with the pretty face, welcome to the human race

[isaywe_party]

[the feed opens with a giggle. A very specific giggle. The camera is not showing her face, however, because that would not be practical-and she probably didn’t mean to turn it on. And it’s also currently bouncing. Sorry for all the motion sick in the audience]Runnin’ down the avenue … see how the sun shines bright in the … something. Something

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[idolstolemylook]

Um... Pet?

You okay in there?

[idolstolemylook]

[There's not much there that isn't shocking, even to a 100+ year old vampire.]

I...

[Sex. Kittens. SEX.]

Let's hang out.

[His voice is eager and way too chipper.]

[isaywe_party]

[totally doesn't notice what she just said there]

Okay!

[idolstolemylook]

Uh, yeah. This way, then.

[In a sort of daze, Spike steers Buffy toward the cemetery and his place. Maybe he should get a better one. Nicer. Buffy liked actual rooms, right? Least he had a bed. In case there was sex.]

Not far now, love.

[isaywe_party]

[a bed is helpful in those situations though ... they never really used one back home. for right now, she's just looking around]

You know, I always admired how you knew how to pick a nice crypt.

[idolstolemylook]

Yeah?

[Spike beams at her, preening.]

Think so, too. An' rent's cheap.

[Inside, he stuffs some old wrappers and blood cartons behind the sofa.]

Make yourself at home, Buffy.

[isaywe_party]

[nods and plops down on the sofa, crossing her legs under her Indian style]

[idolstolemylook]

[Spike grabs two beers from the fridge, because he's not a good role model, and joins her. A little too close for normal comfort. He hands her one, and cracks his open.]

Y'look good, Buff. Keeping active, then. Been missin' you. Thought you'd break in here 'least once a week.

[isaywe_party]

[shrugs]

There's a lot to do in Bete Noire. Plus I was sort of avoiding you because it was just weird. I'm used to you being different.

[idolstolemylook]

[Now they're getting somewhere. Spike shifts a little.]

Different from what, pet? M'not weird. No reason I can see to avoid me.

[isaywe_party]

You don't know a lot of what we've been through. You're still stuck in Dead-Buffy world and I'm coming from Alive-Buffy world.

[idolstolemylook]

Yeah, 'bout that...

[Spike lets his arm uncurl on the back of the couch, because he's suave.]

Seems a bit daft, keepin' me in the dark. Somethin' went down, I should know, so I can keep the bad stuff from happening again. Right, pet?

[isaywe_party]

[her head tips to the side]

I don't think you can change the past, Spike.

[idolstolemylook]

Not my past, though, is it? All in my future. Could change your past, love, if you let me.

[He looks earnest and focused--the ignorant would say soulful.]

When you... Before, I mean. [Before he failed to save you.] You trusted me, a bit. Treated me right, Slayer. What happened?

[isaywe_party]

[glances back at him]

It's not you I don't trust, Spike. It's a me thing. Not a you thing.

[idolstolemylook]

[Spike smiles--it's some cross between genuine and just... well, Spike.]

Can take care of myself, Buffy. An' I trust you. Let me make it right, yeah?