Sunset Friday Night - Spike's Pub

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Opening the Pub a bit early, Spike retreats behind the bar. He's bored, restless and has a prickling feeling at the back of his neck. He'd like nothing more than to just close up shop and go out and get into trouble, but it's Friday, and Friday means good business. He hopes.

Carrying on a sotto voce bitch session with himself, he wanders over to the jukebox and begins systematically removing every single piece of music that might possibly annoy him.

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[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige and Maia walk in and go towards the bar* Hey Spike, I'll have a double vodka and diet coke and a beer please *she smiles*

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia takes the beer from Paige. "Thank you. So last night, how is Piper doing?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige gestures over to a table and they sit down* I think she's ok, she wouldn't tell me what was bothering her though

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Temporarily abandoning his self-imposed task, Spike somewhat sourly produces the requested drinks.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige takes them being very careful not to anger the boss again* Thanks Spike

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Waving somewhat irritably, he returns to the jukebox, still muttering under his breath. Spike appears to be somewhat pissed off with the world at large, right now.

[best-bang-yet.livejournal.com]

*Pulls up a stool*

Whatever you've got blondie, I'll take two of them.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Taking a long, slow look at the... man at the bar, Spike pursed his lips. "Riiight."

Two heads weren't something you saw every day, after all, but at least he was sans horns and claws and didn't look as if he'd demolish the pub if the vaguely ordered drink wasn't exactly to his tastes. Producing two tumbler, Spike filled them with vodka and slid them over. "Drink up, then."


((OOC: ... and I desperately want to force poor Spike to make a Pangalactic Gargle Blaster, which, of course, he has no clue even exists.))

[best-bang-yet.livejournal.com]

*Takes a sip*

Hey, not bad cat, not bad at all! I'm in the mood for something a bit more traditional though, ya know? Two Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, and make it quick.

((Always happy to spread the Pan Galactic love ;D))

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Wha...?" Spike stared at him for a moment. "Sure, mate. You tell me what's in it and I'll make it."

[ckolchak.livejournal.com]

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"What's your poison, mate?" Spike asked him.

[ckolchak.livejournal.com]

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Scotch on the rocks," Spike repeated. That was an easy one, and it only took a minute to throw some ice in a glass and pour the drink. "Here you go."

[ckolchak.livejournal.com]

[pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com]

Draco walks in and sits down at the bar. He looks bored.

"Firewhiskey."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

'All the wiseasses tonight....' Spike had firewhiskey, for a wonder. It was amazing the weird stuff you could get around here. He found a glass and poured it in front of the kid. "There you go."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Since Maia left Paige is left at a table alone, she doesn't really know what to do with herself since Geoff is working, but she's feeling restless. It's friday night and there's no club to go to and more importantly no one to go with*

[ckolchak.livejournal.com]

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige looks up and smiles back* Sure, I'm Paige, *she offers her hand, half expecting it to be kissed*


(ooc- me too, I'm so glad you wanna rp!)

[ckolchak.livejournal.com]

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige smiles* So what brings you here then?


(ooc- dunno how new you are (hopes that doesn't sound patronising cos I just read it and it kinda did) but Paige is actually going out with someone from the medieval times!)

After work...

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane steps in, already in the process of lighting a cigarette as she unzips her hooded sweatjacket, revealing a dark green wifebeater beneath. Her steel-toed boots clomp heavily on the floor as she steps further inside, snapping her lighter closed again.

Approaching the bar, she recognizes the blond guy from a few days before. "Hi," she says, offering him an easy smile, eyes squinting through the smoke. "May I have a beer, please?"

Re: After work...

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"A pint of the draft or something in a bottle?" Spike was getting used to some of these people and their weird habits.

Re: After work...

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Bottle, please... Dos Equis, if you've got it," Shane replies, smiling calmly in the face of his slightly wary question.