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[trenchcoatvamp]

Who: Spike
Where: The Hideout
When: Oct. 14th evening 9PM
invited: Buffy

Dozing on his feet, Spike swayed forward and back, eyelids closing as he teetered on the top step of the porch. His perspective shifted - crazy dizzy - and an eloquent snort snert emerged as a muffled whuffle from his failing respiratory reflex. So tired he could barely breathe...

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[her_sacred_duty]

Buffy tossed her stake up in the air and caught it expertly behind her back as it came hurtling back to the ground. A little, triumphant smile spread across her face at the accomplishment. She was in high spirits tonight, a happy buzz induced from a successful night of slaying.

Despite this, Buffy still looked faintly preposterous decked in rows of jewelry and dressed in a blue silk gown that cost more than Dawn's entire back-to-school wardrobe last year. Or rather, would have cost more had Buffy actually purchased it. It was backless and plunging, but Buffy resolutely refused to change of it, slaying duties or no slaying duties. Her thieving ways were more in control now, but compulsive greed was still tempting her at every turn

[xander_alone]

There was a commotion outside, Xander could hear a thud of someone falling, he raced to the front door. The front door opened, Xander noticed Spike laying on the ground and Buffy standing above him drove Xander to action. Grabbing the stake and cross on the table near the door, Xander jumped out, stake in one hand, cross in another.

"Leave her alone Spike, or I will have to dust you.", Xander yelled, his momentary anger seemed to wan as he realized the look on Buffy's face was more of amusement then anger, and that she was actually helping him up.

Xander still half heartedly threatened the standing vampire with a stake. But he had the sudden feeling he had misjudged.

[trenchcoatvamp]

"T'was the glare coming off your shiny self. Knocked me over," Spike muttered, disgruntled, dignity bruised. Pouty, the vampire glared up at the slayer, and refused to accept her helpful hand.

Recognizing that Buffy wasn't to blame for his spectacular fall, William adopted a contrite expression - greatly at odds with his demon's glare - and accepted the slayer's hand up.

"Oh look, it's Paco your man-servant, come to your rescue," Spike mocked Xander, transferring his frustration and embarrassment onto the boy. Arms dangling, he prepared to defend in case Harris actually launched an attack. However unlikely it was to succeed.

"It helps if you hold the pointy end out," William ever-so-helpfully told the boy, speaking with the fullest of his upper crust accent. Thoroughly British. Reaching out, he removed the stake from Xander's hand, turned it around, and offered it to the lad.

"Wanker," Spike muttered, and it was self-directed. He turned to Buffy. "I don't belong here. It was a bad idea, me coming..."

[her_sacred_duty]

With a smile, Buffy pulled Spike to his feet easily, his snarky comment only earning an almost affectionate roll of her eyes. His pout amused her, and besides, he had a point. She was effervescent in her impressive collection of sparkles and spangles