Spike's Pub- Open

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*After pretty much being fired, Paige decides since she still has the key to the pub she might as well open up hoping Spike will realise how much he needs her working there, she flips the sign to open and hopes he won't freak out too much when he comes down*

*She stands behind the bar hoping geoff_chaucer remembers she's working tonight and will come keep her company*

Comments

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Paige, Your boyfriend. Is a genius.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige laughs, grins and nods* Yeah I know, I'm pretty sure he melt any girl's heart!

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige reads it smiling* Yeah that's really sweet *she leans a bit closer to Maia* For Sara right?

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia starts to laugh her eyes sparkling "Of course. Poor baby she is sick today. Has a cold."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory walks in. It's her first time in the pub - in any pub, actually - and her uneasiness is apparent.

She looks almost ill - her face is drawn, and her skin is paler than usual, save for the bags under her eyes. She has the look of someone who is under a lot of stress.

"Hi. I need a bottle of your finest scotch."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige raises her eyebrows slightly* I whole bottle? Are you sure?

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. It's not for me. It's a gift for...someone," Rory says, carefully watching her wording.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige smiles* Oh ok, cool

*she goes and gets a bottle* That'll be $50 if that's ok?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*eases onto barstool, deposits a ten spot on the bar*

The strongest that will buy, as much of it as possible. Straight alco if you have it, without flavoring, colors or anything.

*grumbles about the stupid medikit cutting off the pain meds after 3 days*

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige smiles* Would half a bottle of vodka do ya? *she look at him for a moment and lowers her voice* aren't you Bagoas' boyfriend?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Yeah. *smiles, pleased*

To both.


And you're thre pretty thing I rescued friom the weapons locker Saturday.

Han Solo.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige forces a smile and hands him the bottle* You treat him well, ok? He's a sweet guy.

And yeah I guess you did rescue me, but in fairness I could have got myself out, I just didn't want to leave my sisters!

[absolutesnark]

Piper wanders into the bar, hoping to possibly drown her sorrows. "Hey, Paige. Can you get me something strong?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige smiles* I'll mix you a cocktail

*she comes back a couple of minutes later with a large and straw* Are you ok Piper?

[absolutesnark]

Piper smiles at Paige, trying to hide her true feelings. "Everything's fine."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige frowns* Don't pull that with me Piper, I'm your sister remember, what is it?

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike swung into the pub shortly after Paige opened it, still looking irritated. Moving to lean against the bar, he frowned at her. "So you're here, then. Come to pick up your last check, or to negotiate?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Well I opened the pub for you, so yeah I'm here to negotiate, I really am sorry I upset you Spike


(ooc- have to go to bed soon, stupid UK time)

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Right. Leave the poetry out of it, permanently and I could probably stand to keep you around. You pretty up the bar nicely and that attracts a certain type. However," and Spike gave her a cheerful smile, "there's something I want you to do for me."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige raises an eyebrow* Go on

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH, for those inclined to see, takes a seat at the bar, wearing his usual black robes, cleanly pressed and, for some reason, adorned with sequins. His scythe seems to shine more then usual and, for good measure, has a poof of purple tinsel shooting out the top. His make-up is minimal tonight, wearing only his dark purple eye-liner.

There is a single red rose, tipped in silver, sitting on the bar in front of him.*

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

Have I told you that I can get lost in my own backyard? Of course my backyard is its own universe, but no matter, I am glad you waited for me. *smiles* Was that you sending me the beautiful silvered roses? Thank you. *positively beams*

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

I am fine, and yourself? I have seen your Homecoming posters, by the way, I love them. I am not sure what the excitement is aboput, not being from around here, but you do seem to be getting in the spirit of it all and I admire that.

*smiles. Wonders what a GRAPEFRUIT SEABREEZE is, and wonders if she can get a decent Vodka here* *then wonders if she should be drinking the hard stuff on a date... wonders if this is a date... Decides to ask for vodka anyway*