[video; a few locks]

[idolstolemylook]

[Locked to Cho]
Cho, love. Gonna be away a fair bit for the next few.

[He looks tight and tense, his worry poorly hidden under restless anger.]You're, ah... you can use the place as much as you want. Just don't move my records. Got 'em all orderly. But remember what I said about tall, dark and stupidhair--he's been seen in the graveyard an' I don'

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Spike ]

[huntersdaughter]

What happened with Buffy? [she's been... up to her elbows in varnish.]

Jo ]

[idolstolemylook]

Got knocked out. Hasn't woken up yet.

Spike ]

[huntersdaughter]

Oh, shit.

That can't be good. [She moves to rinse her hands off in the nearby sink.]

Who knocked her out?

Jo ]

[idolstolemylook]

Hulking wanker named Angelus. Got history, the three of us. Anyway, you're his type so best be on the lookout.

Spike ]

[huntersdaughter]

I'm someone's type?

Awesome. [She's teasing.]

I'm guessing that since we're talking about Buffy going up against him that he's not of the me type of person, but of the possibly you type of person?

Jo ]

[idolstolemylook]

'm nothing like Angelus. Oh. You mean in the fangy way? Yeah, that's him.

Half a mo'. [He switches off the device, and is back in a few moments.]

You at that place you're fixin' up?

Spike ]

[huntersdaughter]

[There's a bit of a frown, because if she had two of her (please City, don't get any ideas) she'd be out there trying to help and in here fixing her bar. But she needed income more than she needed more scars]

Yeah, I'm at the bar. You're welcome to come, if you want to.

Jo ] --> [action]

[idolstolemylook]

Might do.

[He shuts the device off, and in an hour or so he shows up, in no good mood.]

[huntersdaughter]

[Once the call ends, she moves to unlock the front door, just in case she was in the back when he showed up. Thankfully, she was still doing some of the finer detail work around the edges of the bar with a small scrap of sandpaper when he showed up.]

I'd say I've seen you on better days, but last time I actually saw you, I was a few miles to the side of sober.

[idolstolemylook]

Then you won't mind this.

[Spike moves to the bar, reaching around underneath until he pulls out a bottle with a little sound of triumph. He's not drunk--not yet. Just upset and helplessly enraged. Alcohol can only help. Right?

He screws off the top and takes a long swig, right from the bottle.]

[huntersdaughter]

[he's lucky that was actually alcohol and not paint thinner or varnish, since the places is still sort of - some assembly required. Her eyebrow lifts at his surly demeanor though]

I don't actually mind that, but eventually you'll tell me what's making you opt to sterilize yourself from the inside out, right?

[idolstolemylook]

[Spike lowers the bottle and grimaces, opens his mouth, thinks better of it and takes another good swallow. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and starts pacing, until finally he explodes.]

Bloody buggering Angelus! Can't escape from him. He's following me.

[huntersdaughter]

Following you?

[She'll... go lock the door.

And she's back! She'll take a seat on the stool next to him, feeling it wobble a bit... she'll have to even out one of the feet or put in a spacer. Mental note to put on to-do list.]

So, the two of you have history, and he's hurt Buffy, and no one's put a stop to him yet?

[idolstolemylook]

[Spike waves a hand at the door, dismissing her concern. Though it's not unfounded, entirely--if Angelus does develop a yen to come after Spike and his, he'd be able to follow his scent here.]

Not follow-follow. Y'know. Here. Bete Noire. Can't get rid of him, always stickin' his thick neck out into my business.

[huntersdaughter]

[Her elbow leans onto the bar. Oooh, it's very smooth and well-finished. Good job, Sam.]

What business do you have that he's putting his neck into?

[idolstolemylook]

Everything!

[Spike throws both arms up into the air dramatically. He only spills a little, however, and it reminds him he needs to be much drunker than this. He flings himself into a booth, upending the bottle into his mouth.]