A Secluded, Abandoned Warehouse. [locked to Drusilla and Her Guests]

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A Warehouse near the waterfront has found itself utilized for a little dinner party. Misters Croup and Vandemar have cleaned the place up, and set out a long table, completely decked with blood red table cloth, black cloth napkins, sterling silver dinnerware (each monogrammed with the initials "E.G."), and the finest china with little patterns of Spanish inquisitional torture on them.

Candelabras with fine long tapered white candles surround the entire floor, and a few candlesticks are on the dining table as well.

They weren't sure if Drusilla was actually organizing a dinner party, but the extra effort is always made. They were even ready to cater, if necessary For they still had a few zombie corpses in their freezer.

The two men would normally await the hostess and her guests, but know their presence is not required, and have gone back to the back office at their shop.

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus showed up. He wore black leather pants, a black shirt, and a long black overcoat. He looked around as he entered. "Kno-ock."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike, being Spike, was early. He had a box with a black bow on it under one arm and a smile on his face. He was humming under his breath as he approached the address Drusilla had given, and displaying all the signs of being in a stunningly good mood. "Hullo, Grandad."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

A mixture of emotions crossed Angelus's face. One might, just might have been happiness and relief. But if it was, it was brief and you never saw it anyway and just what are you looking at, huh?

In an outward gesture this translated to Angelus slapping Spike over the head. "What the hell is the matter with you?"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Spike protested, pulling away and rubbing at his head with his free hand. "What was that in aid of, eh? Other than nearly making me drop Dru's present, that is."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"What's with nearly getting yourself dusted?" Angelus demanded. "There is one person allowed to beat the ever-living crap out of you and that's me."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah. I exist only for authorized maltreatment and torment and I need to remember my place, yadda yadaa." Spike moved prudently out of reach as he spoke, putting the box on the table before turning to blow Angel a completely disrespectful kiss. "Next time I'll send 'em for a permission slip, shall I?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You do that," Angelus leaned over the tops of one of the chairs. "Who was it anyway?"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Just some punks." Spike shrugged, discomfort showing for the first time, tinged with frustration. "Inhumans, luckily, or I might have had some trouble with them."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus's eyebrows quirked. "You got beat up by a bunch of kids?"

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla walked in and smiled as she saw Angelus and Spike waiting there for her.

A girl likes to make an entrance, even at her own party.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Hullo, Princess." Spike grinned at her around his cigarette and reached out to tap the box. "I've brought you a present."

[crazyvampchick]

"Hello, my sweet Spike," said Drusilla. She leaned in close to him and put her arms around his neck. "The wind whispered to me there was blood on your hands."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Can't hide things from the wind, can we?" Spike nipped gently at her ear.

[crazyvampchick]

"You shouldn't ever try," said Dru, tilting her head back so her hair fell behind her shoulder and out of Spike's way. "I can see you on the wind, my brave, strong Spike."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hello, sweetheart," Angelus said, holding his arm out to draw her into a hug. "Been waiting for you."

[crazyvampchick]

"Daddy!" exclaimed Drusilla, launching herself into his arms. "I heard you've been naughty at school all day. And you've used my classroom to do it!"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I did!" Angelus gave her a long and lingering welcoming kiss. "That's my good girl. I'll have to cut you up very prettily for being so sweet for me today."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike made a face at Drusilla behind his back.

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla started giggling and pushed Angelus away from her to clap her hand over her mouth.

[crazyvampchick]

"Promises, promises," said Dru. She held Angelus close as she kissed him in return. "I hope you at least left a severed head on my desk for me."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Oh there'll be treats," Angelus promised her. He slid his hands down to cup her ass, pulling her closer to him once they were there. "I would never forget to spoil my princess."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"That's nice and all," Spike drawled, reaching over to tap his shoulder, "but I seem to recall something about dinner?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Well you can eat me if you're feeling peckish enough."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Not enough horseradish in the world, mate." Spike made an obscene gesture with his tongue before snapping his teeth.

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla sighed regretfully and pulled herself away from Angelus. "Are we hungry, Spike?" she asked. She walked delicately over to a small closet and opened it. Inside were huddled three waifish teenagers who had been cleaned up and dressed in Victorian era clothing.

OOC: Dru left last night to leave town and pick up some runaways. These are NPCs who are not anyone from Fandom Town.