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[big_pile_o_dust]

I left Wolfram & Hart and wished I'd bottled up some of the nice cuppa blood they'd given t'me, but it was enough that they'd given me some fags before I left. I lit one up and smiled as I took my time walkin' 'bout, glad it was fuckin' night time since I was glad t'be touchy-feely and didn't wanna have t'go 'bout in the sewers just yet

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[stoic_angel_]

I glanced up as the doors flew open, and Lorne and Lindsey followed suit. Spike marched in, and I frowned. Smoldering, I listened to his little self-important speech, then stepped forward.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked dismissively. What the hell was it with everyone from the past reappearing at once? Who else was gonna show up?

"Get out." I didn't want him in my hotel; hell, I didn't want him in my city. Annoying, conceited ass... I didn't have time to really get into it with him just now. If he didn't leave, I'd stake his sorry ass; but we also had that goddess-thing running around that also needed taking care of...

[big_pile_o_dust]

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Is that anyway t'talk t'a recently-dead hero, now?" I tutted Angel as I strode in, smirk firmly in place as I blew out some smoke into his face. "What, no hugs and kisses t'welcome me back from the Great Bloody Beyond?"

"Get out."

"Yeah, yeah, fuck you too, Angel. Look. I got a point, see, for me bein' here and all and..." I paused, takin' a drag. "Ok, so's I wanted t'annoy you some, but that's not the WHOLE buggerin' point. Had another one."

Sod it all, Ponce wasn't even surprised t'see me alive? Been his bloody fault I'd died anyways! What with givin' me the amulet and...

"How's Buffy?"

Shit.

"What I mean is..."

Hmph.

I shoved Angel once, hard, t'see if he was really Angel or Angelus. Just t'be sure he hadn't shagged Buffy. Well, and also cuz it was fuckin' fun t'do.

[stoic_angel_]

"Nah, no hugs and kisses," I said, rolling my eyes at him. All these years, and he hadn't changed one bit. Self-centered idiot... couldn't think for himself, unless he'd heard something from someone, or gotten the idea from something else.

Spike? A hero? I snorted, then glanced back up at him after he shoved me. I punched him back, smirking when he went staggering back a few steps.

"Don't screw with me, Spike. Not in the mood. Don't have the time to bother with your shit today." Hopefully he'd take the hint and leave.

[big_pile_o_dust]

I held my chin and licked my lips at the punch the Great Poofster threw at me. No blood. Heh. "Good thing you still punch like a girl, Angel."

And that was it? No 'Wow, you're not soddin' dead?' Fuck this, and here I was comin' t'help him and all.

"Don't screw with me, Spike. Not in the mood. Don't have the time to bother with your shit today."

"Yeah, yeah, you never have time t'bother with my shit big soddin' deal. I'm here now, so shut the fuck up and start listenin' t'me for a change." I rolled my eyes and sprawled myself on the big counch-like thing in the middle of the lobby.

"You," I said, pointin' t'him, "need me. So pay attention, mate. This is your big chance t'play the buggerin' hero that you always get a hard-on t'do."