fandomtownies | Spike's Pub

The bar was quiet and still. Three men were behind the bar, and none of them were Spike. Drusilla pouted a moment, then walked up to the counter.

Kadaj watched her come in and his gaze narrowed slightly. She moved with the same grace Angelus and Spike did. The blood scent, one he was familiar with, was light in the air, like perfume.

He and Yazoo exhanged glances and Yazoo went to wait on another customer to let Kadaj handle this one. The look on her face was almost familiar.

Loz almost stepped forward but a small hand gesture from Kadaj waved him off and with a small scowl, moved to the end of the bar to sit.

He leaned against the bar and gave her a small smile. "Hello. Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'm very thirsty." Drusilla rests her elbows on the bar and leans over to prop her chin in her cupped hands. "Something thick, and sweet, and tangy?"

The three men are moving together, dancing apart, as familiar with each other as they are with breathing. Drusilla smiles. Sharp like a knife blade, cutting and slicing with beautiful precision or slashing great, jagged gashes to let entrails pour over the walls.

OOC: Your userinfo is a big help, as I'm not familiar with your fandom. Thank you! As a seeress, any problems with Dru psychically picking up some of that info?

And her smile penetrated through his being. Kadaj took a slow breath in and spread his hands. His smile grew a little larger. “You have me at a disadvantage. We are new and aren’t familiar with what would best suit your tastes.”

[ooc-Thanks! In my fandom circles, their story is well known, but playing among TV/Movie/Series fans, I’m having to come from a bit further behind.

As for her picking up any of the information, please do. If anyone can in this game, she would be the one.

"Dark and rich," says Drusilla. "Crimson honey." No little students around. No good little boys and girls to run crying to mommy and daddy to keep them safe. "Exactly what my Spike likes to drink."

Realization dawned and Kadaj nodded once. He went to the refrigerator to look around. Spike was a bright guy, he would have these things labled.

True to thought, as Kadaj dug around in the cooler he found bags, clearly labeled. Spike A Positive (Not for Angelus even if he begs). He remembered what Spike did the other morning to the one he drank and finding the right container to warm it in, Kadaj repeated it to the letter.

Of course, the instructions were right there...

When the microwave made a cheery ~ding~, he poured it into a wine glass and set it on a square napkin in front of her.

"You're very good to me," said Drusilla. She brought the cup to her lips and took a long, deep drink from it. When she put the glass down, she licked the crimson stain from her lips. "So who does my darling Spike entrust his quaint little pub to?"

"Kadaj," he said. Pointing to the long haired man off washing the glasses, "Yazoo," who turned to his name and nodded when he saw his brother and the woman looking at him.

"And Loz," Kadaj hooked his thumb over his shoulder to the largest of the three, holding the wall up at the end of the bar. "Spike was nice enough to give us work while we are in town."

"Deadly, lovely, sweet boys," says Drusilla. "You've lost your way, with no wicked fairy to guide you on the path home."

His smile dropped and he looked at her, his gaze piercing through the fall of his hair. How had she known about that? Unless...

Kadaj's expression softened and he smiled ever so briefly. Angelus and/or Spike might have told her, if this was the her. Still, the lead fist sat heavily in his gut.

There was something knowning in her smile.

The change might as well been telegraphed in large letters with fanfare, for both brothers turned to watch Kadaj talking with the young woman. And they too relaxed when he did, going back to their tasks to leave them to talk. If Kadaj had need, they would be there in a flash. Until then, they wouldn't interfere.

"A way to put it, yes," he said after a moment's silence. "Lost."

ooc-sorry he's so closed off and uncommunicative. He's trying to keep things close to his vest until he's sure she's who he thinks she is.

Drusilla took another sip out of her wineglass. "Ripped cruelly from the warm earth's embrace and come here," she said, her tongue darting out and licking at a drop of blood at the corner of her mouth. "Brothers," she said, her eyes looking past them and into worlds beyond their reach. "Aren't you?"

All three nodded in unison at the question. A few times they discussed their physical similarities and their obvious physical superiority over every one around them. They even determined they shared cellular consistencies with Jenova, tying them further together. And came to the conclusion they were brothers.

Kadaj was almost certain by this time she was the one Spike talked about on their ride the other night (http://www.livejournal.com/users/ac_brothers/1554.html). 'Almost' was not positive. He leaned in to rest his elbows on the bar, fingers clasped together. His pinkies tapped at the bar top for a few times while he watched her. “So, you’re a good friend of Spike’s?”

She threw her head back and laughed merrily. Neither leashed nor tamed, but quivering with violence, these three were. The sound of it gave a pretty hum that murmured in her ears. "My name's Drusilla," she said. She met Kadaj's eyes and tilted her head curiously as she looked at him. "Spike is my sweet, dark, love."

The smile on his face broadened. She was the one. He tilted his head. “Spike speaks very highly of you. It’s nice to meet you.”

ooc-Spike's here! (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/176237.html?thread=6120301#t6120301) *cheers again*

OOC: Continue this there,then?

ooc- I hate to go but I must hit the sack or my brains will leak out of my nose. Keep playing, in slow mode? *asked hopefully* Have been wanting to play with Drusilla ever since I saw her in the game. I hate to wreck my chances now!

OOC: Slow mode works just fine for me! Because I came out specifically to play with you boys tonight. It looked like the perfect chance!

ooc-*cheers*

OOC: For some reason, no one else wants to come in the pub tonight. So sad.

ooc-I keep telling Spike it's the brothers. No one wants to interact with them. *is sad* They're bad for business.

((OOC: Spike's going to show up, but will be perfectly happy just to be with Dru and listen while she chats. He needs to spend more time in his own pub.))

ooc-And much cheering was heard. Two of the three dark ones and the boys are very happy.

((OOC: Yay!))

Coming back from a mildly frustrating stroll, hungry and feeling irritable on several levels, Spike stomped into the pub. He paused as he crossed the threshold, mood lightening instantly as he caught sight of the young woman at the bar.

He moved across the room, leaning to kiss her cheek in greeting. "Evening, my beautiful one." He glanced down at her glass. "I'll have what she's having, barkeep."

Drusilla's face brightened as she caught sight of Spike. "Your friends have been nice to me," said Drusilla, leaning in towards her love. The shadow of a smile traced her lips. "I've missed you, my sweet."

Coming to life, Loz noticed Spike enter the bar. When he went to the bar to sit next to the woman Kadaj was deep in conversation with, he relaxed again.

Yazoo looked up long enough to see Spike, nod and went back to looking after the rest of the patrons at the bar, few that there were.

When Spike sat down, Kadaj pushed up from the bar and went to the refrigerator to get Spike's drink. Microwave, ~ding~ and into a glass, then slid it in front of Spike.

Spike took a sip, but managed to keep his grimace mostly hidden. Human blood was harder to come by when you couldn't just go out and get it personally, so to speak. The only human blood in the bar was reserved for Drusilla, if she chose to stop by... which left him with the poor subsitute of... he took another sip. ... cow.

"I've missed you as well, love." He smiled at her fondly, sliding an arm around her waist. "Don't let me interrupt your conversation. I'll ask you about your day later."

Drusilla sighed in contentment as Spike wrapped his arm around her. "I wonder what they're looking for?" she asked.

OOC: Sorry, all, Dru was running detention all day and Dru's mun had a busy RL too.

The question was about them but not directed to them. Kadaj had never been concerned about rude before, but now that's what it seemed like - to answer her question.

He was the best one to answer, however. Kadaj leaned against the bar with his hip and his arms spread in a shrug. "Home."

ooc-RL can be like that and read all the excitement in detention. Not a problem.

Spike raised an eyebrow at the answer, but said nothing, simply turning his head to hide his smile against Drusilla's hair.

Wesley takes a seat at the bar, easing his bookbag to the floor at his feet.

Kadaj was busy with Spike and the lady when this new fellow came in. Yazoo wiped off his hands walking to stand in front of the newcomer. "Hello. Can I get you something?"

Wesley smiles at the bartender awkwardly.

"Um. Yes. Just a...club soda. For now, please."

With a slow nod, Yazoo pulled down a glass. He tossed some ice into it and filled it with the club soda, giving it a gentle slide to sit in front of the man. "There you go."

Wesley nodded, his smile coming a bit easier this time.

"Thank you."

Giving the other a appraising look, Yazoo's lips turned up briefly in a smile. "If you need anything else, let me know."

Wesley considers the contents of his bookbag and the reason he ventured out this evening in the first place. He wonders if perhaps he should ask his bartender for directions to where he should be going. The young man seems like a friendly fellow.

"I'll do that, thank you," Wesley says, deciding to finish his drink before he decides.

With a nod and a last lingering look, Yazoo withdrew to wait on other customers to let Wesley enjoy his drink.

[ooc-at this point you can continue your conversation with Jonathan below or engage Yazoo in more conversation. Up to you, I'm good with either. Just putting Yazoo in a place where withdrawing here isn't awkward.]

*Jonathan approaches the boy at the bar and despite not knowing him decides to strike up a conversation*

hello, is this seat taken?

Wesley looks, surprised, to the man who's approached him, inquiring about the seat next to him.

"No. No, it isn't," he replies simply.

thanks. So did you just leave school? *Jonathan indicates the bookbag lying at the strangers feet*

What are you taking?

"Um... Yes, actually." Wesley glanced down at his bag self-consciously. "I'm taking Diplomacy, Martial Arts, and Manipulation, Myth and Magic. You?"

Biology, Abnormal Psychology, Music 101 and Manipulation, Myth and Magic.

strange that we haven't really met yet, seeing as we're in the same class. It's kind of a weird class isn't it?

"Yes, strange. Of course, it's quite a large class. 'Weird' is one word for it. Professor Jareth is unlike any Professor I've studied under before."

Well, he's not quite as odd as my ab psych prof (she doesn't even have a pulse!) but definately weird.

So how's martial arts working out for you? I considered maybe trying it out, learning a thing or two about defense, but it seemed to have a lot of experienced people.

"No pulse?" Wesley raises a brow, then wonders why he would be surprised. Since coming to fandom high, he's met many people his age who've had encounters with zombies and vampires of one kind or another. He's still thinking of home, however, where he could only candidly discuss the subject of the unliving with a fellow son or daughter of a Council member.

Wesley nods, taking a sip of the club soda the bar tender has brought him.

"It's going well. There are a number of experienced students in the class, but as long as you have a supportive sparring partner you can easily keep up."

Something occurrs to Wesley and he sets down his glass.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I caught your name. Or gave you mine, for that matter."

He holds out his hand. "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce."

I'm sorry, I'm kind of new at this whole, talk to strangers thing. *he extends his own hand and shakes Wesley's* Some one recommended I try it in order to get over my shyness, not sure if it's working.

Jonathan Crane. It's umm, a pleasure to meet you.

Yeah, no pulse and I have reason to believe she's certifiable, and possibly psychic. *Jonathan shakes his head* Only at fandom high huh?

So do you live in the dorms? I was kind of worried about who I coud possibly be rooming with after seeing some of the students but I got lucky and I'm rooming with this really cool guy. You won't belive this but he's a wizard. Like a real live wizard. He carries a wand and does magic and everything. It's so cool. Is your roomate okay?

"Ah. I don't seem to have that problem." Quite the opposite, actually. Disregarding the occassional attack of nerves, Wesley is generally more at ease speaking with strangers - who will likely remain that way - than with persons he knows he will be interacting with on a daily basis. Fandom High has been liberating in that way. With the exception of his miraculously uneventful run-in with Angelus, Wesley hasn't had a single, nerve-induced incident this semester.

He hasn't put anything sharp through a wall, or divested anyone of their extremities, in any case.

"Yes, I had that concern as well. But my roommate's actually quite a nice chap. He's helping me keep my head above water in Diplomacy and Martial Arts.

"A wizard? Our age? That's impressive. Most of the young magic users I know are novices at best. But I suppose magic works differently in his dimension."

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