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[gottaknockhard]

[Spike never saw the appeal of writing things down. "Dear Journal, today is month... whatever. Still around." It's depressing, no matter how you phrase it or dress it up like real life. Reading isn't any better; if anything, Spike's relentless searching through pages for an epiphany only led him in circles, still empty handed and even more

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[callisto]

[Grr. Guess who just "dropped" into the Lux. For the record she wasn't trying to actually go to the Lux, but something seems to be crossing her wires...]

Not again...

[gottaknockhard]

[You know what's really trippy to see when you're drinking alone in some ghost-bar? -- Yeah. Spike notes the leather outfit and slowly sets down the drink in his hand.]

... I was wondering when the fairy godmothers were going to start showing up.

[callisto]

[She turns to face him, scowling at him]

I am no fairy. I am a God and you would do well to remember that.

[gottaknockhard]

[The god of bars? He probably shouldn't question.]

Sorry, I can't say I've met one of those before. [...] You missed the crowd.

[callisto]

[She disregards him and tries to figure out if she should stay or leave... she just has completely forgotten where she actually wanted to go.]

You are still here.

[gottaknockhard]

[Here and being oddly talkative. See where that gets him? -- He turns back around, next to all the very empty stools.]

Best time to come. The service isn't as friendly, but I don't normally tip anyway.

[callisto]

[she is not impressed.]

There is no service.

[gottaknockhard]

Just the ghosts. I don't think they'd mind if you helped yourself.

[callisto]

I don't need anything that they can provide.

[gottaknockhard]

... [When he's the only other thing in there, that could possibly be taken the wrong way. He glances at her with a raised eyebrow, but then he's back to staring at the space on the other side of the counter, still calm and casual. Alcohol helps.]

--Ah. Gods don't drink, huh?

[callisto]

[She just glances around the place.]

No, we do not.

We don't eat either.

[gottaknockhard]

What do you do? [Not that he's ever wondered, but while he's got the chance to ask...]

[callisto]

I'm immortal, I can do whatever I want.

[gottaknockhard]

[He thinks about that for a while. How many times do you have to come back to life before you can say you're immortal?]

I'm not about to question your tastes.

[callisto]

[You need to trick Hercules into getting you to a piece of fruit.]

Good. You shouldn't.

[gottaknockhard]

[See, he never would have thought of that.]

I'd have to put myself down if I did. [There's a light smile on his face when he suddenly remembers where he's heard her voice before.] Do you always hang around mortals, or is that just the charm of the castle?