Spike's Pub - Sunday October 23

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Spike opened the pub at 5 pm exactly, ponding the letter he was trying to write to Lilah, as at this rate he was never going to get over there....

The jukebox had started working again, although it seemed to be stuck on a Billy Joel kick, which had Spike wincing as he retreated behind the bar.


((OOC: Thread with Jonathan NFB due to Vampiric hearing and generally suspicious mind-set. This means you.))

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[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*As per Angelus' orders (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/197156.html?thread=7188516#t7188516) Jonathan comes into Spike's Pub on Sunday to apologize. HE really hopes Spike will be around today, Seeing as the last time he tried to apologize he ended up having sex with a prostitute and his roomate and getting his wallet stolen.*

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike gave him a suspicious look, memory nagging at him. "... Here, I know you."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Umm, hi! My name's Jonathan Crane, I'm a friend, well maybe friend is pushing it, but I'm an associate of Angelus' and he sent me here to apologize for something I've done wrong," Jonathan looks around the pub, "Is it safe to talk here?"

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Both of Spike's eyebrows went up sharply. "Well, well, well. So I do know you." His fingers twitched and he set his palms very deliberately flat against the bar. "Safe? Not particularly, but this is as good as it's going to get. I take it you were responsible for the fun and games in here last Wednesday?"

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan looks down at the bar, blushing in shame*

"Well, yes I was and I'm really sorry I didn't ask you about it," and Jonathan looks up with wide eyes, "I just thought that since you were related to Angelus and Drusilla that you'd like it, that you might enjoy the show. I didn't mean to make you angry."

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"Oh, I'm not angry at you," Spike assured Jonathan sweetly, but his eyes were hard. "Not in the least. It was vastly entertaining, from a certain point of view."

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"You just wished you'd known about it, right?"

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Spike's eyes narrowed. "Advance warning would have been appreciated but as you seem to be such good friends with Angelus and Drusilla, perhaps you'll understand when I tell you that I sleep here, or I did until Wednesday, and such carryings on above my sleeping quarters are not precisely as humorous as they might otherwise be."

Pushing away from the bar, he gave Jonathan a smile that wasn't exactly friendly. "You, however, are not to be held to blame, as Angelus knew... and he should have warned me."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Oh! I, umm, didn't know that," Jonathan looks back down at the bar, "Yeah, I guess the amusement factor would have rubbed off for me too if I'd had to test it in my dorm room," he says.

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"It's the whole 'allergic to sunlight' thing," Spike told him flatly. "It makes you a bit sensitive to people flailing around uncontrollably under your roof."

He eyed the boy for a moment before adding grudgingly, "It was funny, you know. Although I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell bad hair boy that I eventually found my perspective."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Got it, although I didn't really have any control over the time of day it all went down," Jonathan says and then adds with a hopeful smile, "You liked it? You know, aside from the glaringly obvious wrong points?"


((umm, can we label this NFB from way down here?))

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike looked at him thoughtfully. "It was amusing, yes. I've had a number of people in here giving me grief about it, but as I was honestly in the dark there wasn't much I could say."

Leaning against the bar, he offered, "I'd probably have forgiven you for the Harris thing alone, really. I haven't seen anything that funny in ages, even if it was mostly just flailing about."





((Goes back up and labels appropriately at the top.))

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"In a perfect world I'd have been able to see what was going on in their heads but I suppose that's life. Which one was Harris? I know he's Angelus' roomate but I haven't met him. He tends to stay away when we're all in Angelus' dorm room."

((Thank you!))

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"The dark-haired, gormless one," Spike told him. "Walks like a marionette with half the strings cut?" He made a motion with his hands. "Terminally paranoid."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's Xander Harris? He's in my music class. The Professor doesn't call anyone by their real names though so it's no wonder I haven't the fainest idea who he is. What do you have against Xander? I mean, maybe I see why you wouldn't want to swap best friend bracelets with him but you and Angelus seem to keep some your best loathing in reserve just for him."

((sorry, got called away from the computer))

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Spike shrugged. "Don't know what Angelus has against him. They used to be such friends." There was a certain twist of bitterness to the words, remembering a reunion over Xander's bowed head... that had actually been a betrayal. "I've got no use for him, myself."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Well I wouldn't suppose you would all things considered. So if you don't mind my asking, what's with you and Angelus? and you and Professor Drusilla. (She's great by the way. She always has the most interesting lessons) I mean, not to be nosey but Angelus seemed to be put out by the fact that I didn't clear things with you but whenever I see you together you're always sniping at eachother.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was a man in need of a drink. He was a man in need of an IV of alcohol but that really wasn't all that practical.

He wasn't entirely certain where House had wandered off too and since the thought of sitting in the apartment drinking alone depressed the hell out of him, he decided to ferret out the pub he'd heard about and drink with a bunch of strangers.

And...well...he happened to like Billy Joel.

Dressed in well worn dark jeans that fitted long legs like a second skin and an overstretched black sweater that looked like it fitted someone else entirely, the young doctor found himself a place at the bar and pulled out a fifty. Then waited for the tender to wander his way.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Evenin'." Spike appeared, attracted by the money and an actual adult customer. "What can I get for you?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Setting the money onto the bar, Wilson was starting to say the words single malt, top shelf he the movement to push the money towards Spike caused Megapage to jolt on his hip.

Ever see someone look like they'd just seen their puppy squished?

Groaning as he looked at his watch, Wilson wanted to sob but instead he just brushed his hand over his face and smiled at Spike ruefully.

"Good evening. Could you make me an Irish coffee but, just pass the whiskey bottle overtop of the mug a few times for effect."

Basically, he'd just asked for a coffee with extra whip cream. He was still on call and didn't dare start drinking, not in the mood he was in.

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Lips twitching, Spike did as he was bid. "Having a bad night, then?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Reaching for his coffee, Wilson snorted softly.

"This day has been one hell of a month. What I don't drink, keep."

Nodding towards the fifty.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"You'll kill yourself if you drink that much coffee," Spike told him dryly. "Not that I'd complain, save that I get few enough adults in here."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"And I imagine I'd make a hell of a mess on the floor in my caffine dead state. I'd probably slosh."

Wilson said with a friendly, slightly cheeky grin that helped cover up the general air of weariness he wore.

"But trust me, I'm a professional when it comes to coffee intake, I lived through residency after all."

With that he took a drink of his coffee, licking at the whip cream mustache on his upper lip.

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Spike watched him, bemused. "Want me to top that off for you?" he asked. "We've got plenty of whipped cream and little call for it."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Throw some more coffee under the whip cream and you've got a deal."

Wilson pushed the half finished mug towards Spike.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Freshening the mug with more coffee and another layer of whipped cream, Spike slid it back. "So what do you do here, stranger, other than drink too much coffee and... I'm going to take a wild stab at it here, practice medicine?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Sucking back a good quarter of his coffee and once again licking the whipcream off his upper lip Wilson chuckled wryly.

"I work at the Clinic. Dr. James Wilson." Always polite to at least offer a name, even if people did seem to like to make an effort to make up nicknames for you.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Pleasure's mine, Dr. Wilson. I'm William Pratt and this is my pub." Spike made an expansive gesture. "By the look of my younger clientel, you should probably be drinking something far stronger than coffee." He paused to consider. "... or not."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"A very fine establishment, Mr. Pratt." Wilson said in a warm and friendly manner.

"I aim to avail myself of it as often as possible and...ah yes, the doctor's delima. The work makes us desire to drink but drinking makes us unable to do the work. Believe me, if you ever seen me without this growth attached to my hip." A graceful gesture towards the pager on his belt. "I will most likely be wriggling my way down into a scotch bottle."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"I keep a fine single malt for just such emergencies," Spike assured him blandly. "I can put your name on it, if you like."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Ooo, somehow that idea tickles me." The younger doctor said with a quick grin. "Thank you."

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"'S my pleasure," Spike assured him lazily. "It's not as if you're asking for one of Zaphod's Pangalactic Gargleblasters."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

That got a blink out of Wilson and then, just because he had to lay claim to the curiosity, he asked.

"Young man, about yay high, dark hair, shares a home on a space ship?"

Describing Han Solo.

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"Chewbacca's kid?" Spike snorted. "Hardly. Zaphod's got two heads, three arms and an extremely..." he hunted for the word he'd heard the man use, "froody attitude."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Ah... a strangeness I have yet to meet." He said in what sounded like a calmly resigned tone. He was a little tired with the juggling acts but...well...it all beat being bored.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"You can't miss him," Spike assured him dryly. "Trust me on this one."