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[bloody_wanker]

Bloody fuck. What was Harris tryin' to prove? Not a damn lot. I just watched him walk inside, letting him feel all high and mighty in his work uniform. Wanker. Looking around, I see the glass everywhere and growl. That was my whiskey, ponce. Kicking at the ground, I turn on my heel and head back to the house. Nothin' more for me here

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[magic_courtney]

Hearing foot steops...I, again, hid my stash of fritos - I doubt anyone would a pprove of someone sick drinking other than liquids and eating soup - under the cushion behind me, pull up my quilt, and lay my head against the...Barbie...pillow, Buffy lent me. It would do.

Making my lips take a frowning shape, I slowly close my eye lids. If I quickly shut them? Then it'll look too obvious. If I want to make it in acting, or in broadway, I have to learn these things.

Pulling the blanket to my chin, as if I was desperately trying to keep warm, I try to resume as pitiful as I could. I even made slight, soft, moaning noises, to give my 'distress' away.

Anything not to go to school. Cold feet? Yes. Desperate? Yes. Insane? ...Not technically, I am not the only child to try to pull this off. Hopefuly, I can succeed.

My voice above a whisper, and slightly pitifuly, my eyes remain closed as I hear the door slam. "Who's there..?" I try, softly.

[bloody_wanker]

Furrowing my brows when I walk in, I look around. There's people all 'round, yeah, I figured as much. Walkin' into the living I see her layin' on the couch.

Who's there...?

Who's there? Like they don't know? "Just Spike ..." I mutter, then walk into the kitchen, grabbin' myself a beer. Don't know where Buffy is, but she's around here somewhere. Walkin' back to the room, I sit myself on my recliner.

Somethin' strucks me as odd and I tilt my head, lookin' over at her, "You okay, love?"

[magic_courtney]

I open my eye's slowly - semi-fear strikes me; I could tell he wasn't in a good mood. Wasn't because he called himself his name, and not dad.., I don't even call him dad. Not really. First few days, just to see how it could be like? But, it faded quickly as it started. Not to be mean, I just could never see him as my father. Mostly, for the new him. Which isn't much different, he just feels more.

I guess.

I blink at him. For a second, I started to fool myself! My stomache started to churn.

"You okay, love?"

I hated when he called me that, but I didn't flinch. I moaned a little, in emphasis.

"Don't feel too great."

[bloody_wanker]

Kept my eyes on her, I had a feelin' she was up to somethin'. Everyone was these days. Made me think of that ponce Harris for a second and I clenched my jaw, then took a sip 'o my beer.

"Don't feel so great, eh?" I ask her with a raised eyebrow.

Was she tryin' to pull one over on me? A vampire? Enhanced senses and all that rot. I'll let her play her game, see how far she thinks it'll take her.

"That's too bad," I mutter then take another sip of my beer before placin' it on the table. Leanin' back in the recliner, I turn my head to the telly, snortin'.

"What the bloody hell is this?"

[newslayerintown]

Not wanting to deal with Xander, I waved to the girl on the couch and Spike. I figured B could tell me who she was and what she was doing here later.

I figured having lived in the slayer house in Sunnydale gave me a pass to snoop around the new one, so I wondered upstairs. There had to be someone else around here. And hey, if B wasn't here, I could always sneak out the back.

[bloody_wanker]

That's what that smell was. Not like I was complainin'. Faith. All over Harris. Lucky bloke that is. When she went upstairs, that's when I walked outside, pulling out a fag and lighten' it.

Then somethin' came to mind. Harris was being a ninny for no good reason, I could actually give him somethin' to be boo-hooin' 'bout. Grin came to my lips as I blew out a stream of smoke, watchin' it fade away right before me.

Where the bloody 'ell was Buffy?

Sittin' down on the steps, I hear people walkin' all around the house, probably none of them wanted to come out here and keep ole Spike company. That's okay, sod them. Don't need them.

"Stayin' in my house and do I get respect?" I mutter and have a pull on my smoke. "Bloody wankers."

[newslayerintown]

I saw Spike outside by himself and decided to wander out. He gave me a look that said he thought something was up with Xander and I.

"Hey, if Xand smells like me, he hasn't showered in over week."

Not that I wouldn't mind getting horozonal...or vertical...with Xander, but it was all just too complicated.

I nodded toward Spike's smokes.
"Spare some cancer for me?"

[bloody_wanker]

Raisin' a brow at her when she came back out, I was surprised when she said somethin' bout Xander smellin' like her. "Is that right then?" Grinning, I moved over so she could sit down, then looked out ahead.

Pickin' up the pack, I took one out for her and gave it to her. "I guess in my case, it's good that I'm already dead," I say, then toss the fag on the ground, gettin' myself another.

"So, you and Harris are gettin' all with the comfy cozy. Oh, how I feel sorry for you," I say sarcastically.