[Early Thursday Evening - Flocked to Veronica Mars]
((OOC: RP'd via E-mail))
Spike comes in before Chewie opens the bar and starts going over the place to make sure that the place is in working order. Looks like the brothers and that giant walking carpet has been taking care of the place.
Between her afternoon and evening classes, Veronica heads down to Spike's Pub. Her conversations with Evie and Jay & Silent Bob gave her very little to work with and she needs more information. She is convinced that the fear toxin Marty told her about has something to do with Kitty's death. She's hoping maybe someone at the pub can ID the 'hot blonde in leather' that Jay was talking about.
She enters the pub cautiously.
Spike looks up from the bar as the door opens and scowls. "We're not open. Besides you're a little young to be in the likes of this place aren't you?"
Veronica smiles. "I most certainly am too young for the likes of this place. But if you're Spike, I have a couple questions I was hoping to ask you. I'm working on an article for the school newspaper about an incident that happened here a few weeks ago."
Spike rolls his eyes as he starts setting up the pub for the evening. "You're the second bird that's come in here looking for information about that night. You twerps running out of things to write about? I'm assuming you're talking about the night where everyone flipped out and caused me a good deal of grief from the Mayor? Because I've made a police report regarding the incident. Not that any of those stupid gits have done anything about it."
She nods as a show of solidarity. "I've heard that the new sheriff is less than competent," she confides in a low tone. "What actually happened that night? There have been conflicting reports."
Spike shrugs. "What's to tell? Some stupid jerk comes in, starts hassling my clients and then he drops some kind of vial and almost the entire room starts freaking out. Had to shut the place down early. Next thing I know I'm getting lectures from the Mayor about serving minors. Bloody idiot. If I ever find him..."
Veronica bites her lip. "Wait, it was a guy who dropped the vial? I thought there was some blonde girl here." She puts on her best distressed face. "I'm going to fail my journalism class if I get this wrong."
Spike scowls. "There are blonde girls here all the time, love. But it was the idiot in front of the kwik stop that dropped the vial, pretty sure that tub o' lard that was with him was somehow involved as well."
"Are you sure there wasn't a blonde girl in leather here that night?"
"Pfft. A blonde girl in leather? You think I'd forget something like that? Not that night, but there's been plenty of girls in here who fit that description. There's that blonde who's always in that leather bikini. That other one who's always protective of other's. Both of them seem to have some strange fascination with that nancy boy Angelus."
"Was Angelus here that night?" Yes, Veronica, all roads do lead back to the JA.
"Yes, sitting over there in the corner not doing a bloomin' thing while the whole bar went to pieces. He and his buddy just seemed to be having a good old time watching everyone go bloody nuts. Screaming. Arms flailing. What a mess." Spike growled. Clearly Angelus was not his favorite person in the world.
Veronica lets her innocent school girl act drop. "What buddy?"
Spike looks thoughtful for a second. "Some geeky little fink. Tall. Glasses. Thinner than a scarecrow. Dark hair. Seemed to have a thing for Captain Hairgel and his giant forehead."
"Captain Hairgel and his giant forehead?" she asks, quirking an eyebrow.
"Please. You've never noticed the amount of hair care products he uses? The boy must spend hours getting his hair together since he can't see his own reflection."
Veronica smirks."It must be hard work being so pretty," she says, wondering if Spike is somehow jealous of Angelus.
Spike snorts. "Don't feed into the boy's ego. It's big enough as it is. Spike? Jealous? Never. He'd never be jealous of the way Drusilla gravitates to "Daddy". Nope. Not at all.
"So, Angelus and his buddy were here the night everything went down. Do the two of them hang out here a lot?"
Spike shrugs. "Angelus has been in here plenty of times. The other guy he was with I've never seen before," he says as he cleans some of the glasses behind the bar."
"And you didn't catch a name?" Veronica knows she is grasping at straws, but if she can get confirmation that Crane was in the pub that night, she might have something to work with.
"Sorry love, I kind of had a crisis going on at that moment and didn't bother to write down anybody's name." Spike says taking a drag from his cigarette. "If you really want to know who it was, ask Mr. Forehead. I'm sure he'd *love* to meet you. You're just his type."
Veronica does not blush at that. "I know Angelus already. I'll definitely not do that," she says with a smile. "Thanks for your time, sir."
Spike grumbles something under his breath in acknowledgement as he goes about getting the place set up for business. He turns on Vanessa Saturn and prays that the rest of the evening won't be interrupted by inquisitive blonde women.
Spike comes in before Chewie opens the bar and starts going over the place to make sure that the place is in working order. Looks like the brothers and that giant walking carpet has been taking care of the place.
Between her afternoon and evening classes, Veronica heads down to Spike's Pub. Her conversations with Evie and Jay & Silent Bob gave her very little to work with and she needs more information. She is convinced that the fear toxin Marty told her about has something to do with Kitty's death. She's hoping maybe someone at the pub can ID the 'hot blonde in leather' that Jay was talking about.
She enters the pub cautiously.
Spike looks up from the bar as the door opens and scowls. "We're not open. Besides you're a little young to be in the likes of this place aren't you?"
Veronica smiles. "I most certainly am too young for the likes of this place. But if you're Spike, I have a couple questions I was hoping to ask you. I'm working on an article for the school newspaper about an incident that happened here a few weeks ago."
Spike rolls his eyes as he starts setting up the pub for the evening. "You're the second bird that's come in here looking for information about that night. You twerps running out of things to write about? I'm assuming you're talking about the night where everyone flipped out and caused me a good deal of grief from the Mayor? Because I've made a police report regarding the incident. Not that any of those stupid gits have done anything about it."
She nods as a show of solidarity. "I've heard that the new sheriff is less than competent," she confides in a low tone. "What actually happened that night? There have been conflicting reports."
Spike shrugs. "What's to tell? Some stupid jerk comes in, starts hassling my clients and then he drops some kind of vial and almost the entire room starts freaking out. Had to shut the place down early. Next thing I know I'm getting lectures from the Mayor about serving minors. Bloody idiot. If I ever find him..."
Veronica bites her lip. "Wait, it was a guy who dropped the vial? I thought there was some blonde girl here." She puts on her best distressed face. "I'm going to fail my journalism class if I get this wrong."
Spike scowls. "There are blonde girls here all the time, love. But it was the idiot in front of the kwik stop that dropped the vial, pretty sure that tub o' lard that was with him was somehow involved as well."
"Are you sure there wasn't a blonde girl in leather here that night?"
"Pfft. A blonde girl in leather? You think I'd forget something like that? Not that night, but there's been plenty of girls in here who fit that description. There's that blonde who's always in that leather bikini. That other one who's always protective of other's. Both of them seem to have some strange fascination with that nancy boy Angelus."
"Was Angelus here that night?" Yes, Veronica, all roads do lead back to the JA.
"Yes, sitting over there in the corner not doing a bloomin' thing while the whole bar went to pieces. He and his buddy just seemed to be having a good old time watching everyone go bloody nuts. Screaming. Arms flailing. What a mess." Spike growled. Clearly Angelus was not his favorite person in the world.
Veronica lets her innocent school girl act drop. "What buddy?"
Spike looks thoughtful for a second. "Some geeky little fink. Tall. Glasses. Thinner than a scarecrow. Dark hair. Seemed to have a thing for Captain Hairgel and his giant forehead."
"Captain Hairgel and his giant forehead?" she asks, quirking an eyebrow.
"Please. You've never noticed the amount of hair care products he uses? The boy must spend hours getting his hair together since he can't see his own reflection."
Veronica smirks."It must be hard work being so pretty," she says, wondering if Spike is somehow jealous of Angelus.
Spike snorts. "Don't feed into the boy's ego. It's big enough as it is. Spike? Jealous? Never. He'd never be jealous of the way Drusilla gravitates to "Daddy". Nope. Not at all.
"So, Angelus and his buddy were here the night everything went down. Do the two of them hang out here a lot?"
Spike shrugs. "Angelus has been in here plenty of times. The other guy he was with I've never seen before," he says as he cleans some of the glasses behind the bar."
"And you didn't catch a name?" Veronica knows she is grasping at straws, but if she can get confirmation that Crane was in the pub that night, she might have something to work with.
"Sorry love, I kind of had a crisis going on at that moment and didn't bother to write down anybody's name." Spike says taking a drag from his cigarette. "If you really want to know who it was, ask Mr. Forehead. I'm sure he'd *love* to meet you. You're just his type."
Veronica does not blush at that. "I know Angelus already. I'll definitely not do that," she says with a smile. "Thanks for your time, sir."
Spike grumbles something under his breath in acknowledgement as he goes about getting the place set up for business. He turns on Vanessa Saturn and prays that the rest of the evening won't be interrupted by inquisitive blonde women.