Spike's Pub: Friday Night.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

The jukebox plays the Ramones as Spike leans back in his chair and lights up a cigarette.

He then unlocks the doors and waits for his first customer.

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[vampire-darla.livejournal.com]

Darla pauses at the threshold as though she needed to be invited in. Then she shakes her head and steps through. She sits at the bar and waits for Spike to stop ignoring her.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in," Spike sneered.

[crazyvampchick]

They're upstairs. Both darling and dear. Drusilla sat up and languidly brushed her hair back from her face. Her dress wass satin and soft, creamy white. Her feet were bare, but her shoes lie carelessly at the foot of the bed.

She made her way slowly, quietly upstairs and watched them for a moment.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike sensed his girl standing in the darkness. A small grin crossed his face.

"You shouldn't be out of bed, Luv. You're still quite weak."

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla walked forward, out of the shadows and towards Spike.

"I wanted to see you both," she said, walking over to wrap an arm around Spike's waist and lean into his side.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike puts his arms around Drusilla's waist and leans his forehead gently against hers. "Princess, are you going to eat something? You need to put some color in your cheeks."

[crazyvampchick]

"Mmm," says Drusilla, relaxing into his arms. "Do you have anything yummy?"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike ran one hand up her back and gently stroked Dru's hair. "Ran into town last night and nicked something from the blood bank. It's not fresh, but it allowed me to keep my head in one piece."

[crazyvampchick]

"My dear, sweet, Spike." She gently touched her fingertips to his head, trying to feel where the fire in his head started, and then kissed him softly on the lips. "Will you make it all warm and delicious for me?"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Anything for you poodle."

Spike gently moves Dru into a chair and then pulls out a bottle of "Bloody Mary mix - Spike's consumption only!" from the bar's refrigerator. He warms the blood in the microwave and brings the warmed mug over to Drusilla.

"Drink up, pet. Good for what ails 'ya."

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla gives Darla a curious look while she waits for Spike to heat her blood up for her.

"You're very good to me," says Drusilla, taking the mug and sipping from it. She daubs a drop of blood off with her fingertip, then licks it clean. "And what do you think brings Darla out to visit?"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Probably came to fuss and fret over her precious little boy. Not that we need him now, do we love? Let's just leave her to stew in her own juices while you focus on your supper."

Spike taps the mug to emphasize Dru's need for nourishment.

[vampire-darla.livejournal.com]

Darla shot Spike a nasty look, and then turned to Dru. "Do drink up, even if this is the horrible reheated old dead stuff." She leaned closer -- as though whipsering would defeat Spike's hearing -- and said, "I hope to have a treat for you soon. A small one."

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla smiled, amused, and her eyes darted back and forth between Darla and Spike. "A present?" she asked, taking another drink of the blood. It wasn't so very delicious, but it made her more cheerful. Drusilla stared down at her hand. The scarring was just beginning to fade at the outermost edges. "How very sweet."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike scowled at Darla. "You going to share Grandmum? Or you just going to make us guess?"

[crazyvampchick]

"Spike," said Drusilla, frowning at him. "She's your sister."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike smiles lightly at Dru. "No sweetheart. She made Angel who made you. She's not our sister."

[vampire-darla.livejournal.com]

"Dru," Darla said warningly. "We don't need to tell Billy the slightly sanguine that."

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla frowns at Spike and narrows her eyes. "I'm not hungry any more." The mug thunks against the table as she sets it down. "You don't believe me."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike hears Darla's comment and realizes what Dru is saying is the truth.

"Oh Bloody hell! When did this happen?"

[vampire-darla.livejournal.com]

"Time is relative, Spike, and unfortunately, we are still as well."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Are you going to tell me a bedtime story Grandmum? Because my interest as well as my patience is fading fast."

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla stood and reached out to him. "Darla doesn't want you to know." Her eyes glittered maliciously as she glanced over at Darla. "But Spike should be told, don't you think? Doesn't he deserve to know what Angel's done to you, dearest Darla?"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike sneered at Darla. "My dear sister/great-grandmama? Holding out on valuable information? What a shock. She never did like to share."

Spike walked over and put his arms around Drusilla's waist. "Come now princess, tell daddy your little secret," he cooed in his ear.

[crazyvampchick]

"Angel was going to leave her in the fireplace," whispered Drusilla. "Covered in ashes and pulling out the lentils."

She knew Darla could hear her, of course.

[vampire-darla.livejournal.com]

Darla turned and smiled at him -- well, bared her teeth at him. "It's for Dru. Although if you wanted to know, I suppose I could tell you. If you begged me."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Or I could just let a house fall on you too Granny." Spike growled. "I don't beg for you."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

As the gremlin finally wore off, Tex is in a foul mood. The fact that she still can't put on her armour isn't helping either. She takes a seat at the bar and realises no one is automatically giving her her drink. Frowning, she looks up and notices the lack of Yazoo.

"Whiskey, straigth."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike poured the drink and handed over to Tex with a sly grin.

"You look like a girl who's had a rough day."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex took a long drink before replying. "Something like it," she wrinkled her nose, still feeling dirty if she thought about her cheery mood the previous day.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike nodded and pulled out the bottle, poured himself a drink and left it on the bar. He nodded toward it.

"Help yourself, luv. There's plenty of that to go around."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Just as long as I pay," Tex smirked and reached for the bottle, filling her glass up higher.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike snorts. "Didn't say it was free, now did I?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Nope, but doesn't hurt to try." Tex smirks at Spike over her glass and takes a swig.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Don't know if we ever met. The name's Spike. I own the dive," Spike says as he drains his own glass and begins to refill it.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Haven't," Tex replies and inclines her head. "Tex. I own Blood Gulch Arms."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

((Won't be on until late tomorrow and I suck at the slow play. We'll just say you emptied the bottle))