Spike's Pub - Monday Evening

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Dark muttering could be heard from the pub as the door was kicked open and the 'Closed' sign taken down. "... bloody human teenagers... should've given them to Dru, not offered 'em a damn job. Useless, the lot of 'em."

Stalking back inside, Spike slipped behind the bar and eyed the bottles and taps with resignation. "Just another bloody night at the pub...."

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[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige comes up to the bar chewing her lip and looking nervous* Hey Spike, I know I'm meant to work tonight, but well I really need the night off tonight, I have to go see Geoff. I'll open up for you tomorrow if you like

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike gave her a long, hard look. "Yeah, I can see that." Swiping at the bar with a towel, he growled, "Go on, then. Out. But be here early tomorrow, got it?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige grins at Spike* I will and I'm glad there are no hard feelings, see you tomorrow

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith walks up to the bar, not exactly cheerful. "Hey Spike. Can I get a drink? It's been a hell of a weekend."


(ooc- I'm pretty sure Faith works Thursdays and weekends- not sure if I sorted this out with you or the player who used to play Spike.)

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, what's your poison?" Spike leaned against the bar, making a face at Paige's retreating back.


((OOC: The other player, but I think you're right.))

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*CJ walks in and sits at the bar. She pulls out a 50 dollar bill and slaps it down in front of her. She waves at the bartender.*

This here, this is for my therapy. I need a whiskey shot and a beer back...and keep the shots coming until this runs out.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

"Can I get some JD?" Faith looked in the direction of Spike's eyes. "Girl trouble?"

(OOC- Ok, good. Thanks.)

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"As long as you pay for it, you can help yourself, girl," Spike told her, passing her a bottle and a glass before correcting her. "Employee trouble."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"My pleasure, pretty lady," Spike told her, producing a brilliant smile as he took the bill. Her drinks were set in front of her and he leaned against the bar. "Looking for a sympathetic ear or just the alcohol?"

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

Kate examines the exterior of the bar. On the one hand, vampire, whose name she vaguely recognises, which can't be good. On the other hand, weekend full of zombies and the time-kept tradition of police in bars.

Alcohol wins out.

"I'll have a beer," she says, placing a few bills on the bar.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Takes off her jacket and lays it on the stool next to her. She picks up one shot, tosses it back, exposing three fantastic bite mark bruises on her neck.

She squinches her eyes and sticks out her tonge, takes a long pull off the beer, and then throws another shot back*

And would you have that ear?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith dug a few bills out of her pocket and placed them on the bar before pouring herself a drink and drinking it quick. "Oh yeah, those bar employees," she said with a grin. "So unreliable, and fond of booze."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

A draft beer was set in front of her as the bills disappeared and Spike gave her a cheerful smile. This pub thing might be a pain in the ass... but it brought in a decent amount of money. Plus, if there was one thing Spike loved, it was attention.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike took the bills, giving her a crooked smile. "Next time, I'm hiring teetotalers with a strong work ethic and the sort of body you find on a cement mixer. It'll get me further, I'm thinking."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"If you're planning on drinkin' that entire bill's worth," Spike assured her, casting a conisseur's eye on the marks on her neck and dismissing them as amateurish. "I've the ear and a shoulder to go with it."

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

Kate's answering smile is hard, dissapearing completely as she sips her beer. Just because she's being civil to certain vampires doesn't mean she has to like it, or do it well.

Good beer, though.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith laughed at that. "Well, sure, but it'd hardly be as much fun."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Tosses back another shot and chases it*

Yep...that's the plan.

*begins to peel her beer label*

My fish died.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Fun's what you make of it and tempermental teenies aren't my idea of a good time," he gave her a long, slow look, "no matter how they display the goods."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Your... fish?" Spike topped off her whiskey, eyebrows climbing. "Fond if it, were you? A real member of the family?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She was a mistake.

*tips the beer back*

See...there was this guy. He heard I liked goldfish and he thought I like real fish, you know? But I like the little cheese crackers, and it was a funny mix up, and he was sweet and special...and then he went to report on the war and the fish was all I had left and now the fish...

*Tosses back yet another shot*

...is dead.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

"Hey, I'm not a fan of the drama," Faith shrugged, as she looked back at him, grinning. "But come on, most of the time it can't be all that bad."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Shaking his head, Spike wandered off to see to the other patrons.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"You are the drama," Spike told her dryly, "and no judge at all."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"So some bloke gave you a goldfish... and it died." Spike was trying for sympathetic as he topped off her glass again, but was only managing incredulous. Humans and their weird hangups.