fandomtownies | In the park...

After talking to Michael, Parker could really use some peace, and quiet, and sanity. Remembering how calming the place was, she heads back over to Sanctity, cutting through the park on her way. It's dark, but she has her holy water handgun, and it's only a short ways away.

Spike stepped out of the shadows behind parker, a sneer on his face. "Little girls shouldn't be running around at night all by themselves."

Whirling, Parker stepped away, then got her breath back. "Thank you, Mr. Wolf, for pointing that out. But I'm not exactly wearing a red satin hood." Readjusting the strap on her purse (and checking her gun), she said, "Getting your jollies scaring people in the park now? Business must be *really* slow."

Spike smirked as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Scaring people? Not exactly how I get my jollies pet. Trust me... you don't want to know."

Spike pulls out a cigarette and lights it up.

Distracted from her first response by the sight of the cigarette, Parker watches him light it, then shakes herself. "At this point, nothing anyone in this town does for kicks would surprise me. Ferrets in tutus, penguins in bondage wear-- but you're right, I really don't want to know." Keeping a wary eye on him, she turns back to the path. "Excuse me."

Spike stepped in front of her with a sneer.

"Running off so soon, Love? We just met."

Spike took a long drag off his cigarette and blew it not quite into Parker's face.

"Besides, I wasn't finished with our conversation."

"We're having a conversation now?" Parker's hand went into her purse, resting on her handgun, even as she inhaled the smoke from his cigarette, damnit. Her other hand strayed to her back, where the holy water gun was holstered.

"Interesting. I thought the guy who owned the bar was just out for a smoke. Now, there's talking, next, you'll ask me for a date, then, I'll have to tell you what I did to my last two boyfriends. It'll all end badly. I think we should leave this as a happy dream we both remember, don't you?"

Spike smirked. "Nothing like that love. I'm just here to talk. Little bird told me that you were involved in dealing with that Angelus fellow."

Spike took another drag of his cigarette and held out the pack to Parker.

"Cigarette?"

Parker stared at the cigarette like it's going to bite her. "I quit," she said, not taking her eyes off it, then blinked.

"What the hell do you know about Angelus?"

"You're a smoker, love. I can tell. And judging by the way you're staring at it, you still got the love for it. Don't you?"

Spike pulled a cigarette out of the pack and held it out to her.

"Like I said about Angelus? We're old friends. Well... friends is a strong word for what we are. Let's just say I have a vested interested in keeping the magnificent poof soul bound."

Parker's left hand went out for the cigarette of its own volition, and she rolled it between her fingers as she studied him, taking another step back.

"Do you now?" Vampire? She couldn't be sure. "I don't think I caught your name. And what have you heard that makes you think that soul condition is going to change?" Then she grins. "'Magnificent poof'?"

Spike pulled out his lighter and struck up a flame. He cupped his hand and raised it up for Parker to light her cigarette.

"I run a pub, love. Man in my position is liable to pick up a bit of information now and then. And don't tell me you're not interested in hearing it."

"Maybe I am. Although I wonder how you'd know *I* was the one to tell."

Seven weeks without a cigarette. She'd have to start over....

Fuck it. After this week, she deserved one.

She lit her cigarette off his lighter, keeping her eyes on him, open and watching. She smiled as she inhaled, then asked, "So, Mr. No-Name-Friend-of-Poof. Tell me a story."

Spike smirked as his closed his lighter and took a long drag of his cigaretted. "Tut tut, pet. It's not that easy. This information is hard to come by and it comes with a price."

"I'm holding a lit cigarette in front of someone who may, or may not, be highly flammable. Don't push it," Parker said, inhaling again. "How much? Dollars, deustchmarks, security bonds, diamonds?"

Spike shoots Parker a knowing look. "Don't want money. At least not for this... For this I need a promise. And I'll give you one in return. One that'll save the life of one of your friends."

Parker's smile died immediately. "Now you have my attention. Quit dancing and make your play." She inhaled sharply from the cigarette, then dropped it and ground it out under her heel into the snow.

Spike's smile grew even larger. It was like he enjoyed making Parker uncomfortable.

"Offer's simple pet. Nothing will happen to your friend Martin Blank for what he did to my girl. In exchange? You and your friends won't after her for what she did to him... and others."

Parker was now extremely sorry she'd made the dramatic gesture with the cigarette. Another hit of nicotine would've been great.

"Others?" she asked. Then shook her head sharply. "No, don't answer that."

Calculatingly, she studied him, then nodded. "No souling for your girl. No hunting her down with pitchforks and torches to finish the job. But no promises if ex-Professor Drusilla shows up anywhere near them. This is not a magically stupid binding promise 'til my death or beyond. Just my best effort. Good enough?"

Spike nodded and gave her and evil grin.

"Good enough. And my girl is to know nothing about this and you didn't hear it from me. Got it? As for the information... Angelus's old lap dog has been lurking around the pub. It appears he knows about that little spell and is working to have it undone. Bragged about knowing witches and everything. Looks like he's going to be working some major mojo to get it done. And soon."

"Crap." Parker ran a hand through her hair, thinking. "Any names? Places? Times? Details? Soon as in days, or weeks?"

"The little sissy man didn't trust me with all the details, pet. But he seemed impatient to have his ~~boyfriend~~ good friend back. Better keep those friends of yours on their toes."

Spike pulled out another cigarette and tossed the remainder of the pack to Parker.

"I think you'll be needing these," Spike smirked.

She wanted to throw them away. She did.

"I'll keep that in mind," Parker said, shoving the pack in her purse. "If you keep up your end of it. No killing Marty or the others, and Crazy Squid Lady won't hear any bad news from me." Not that I'd go looking for her. "I'll give Fangs the Poof your regards-- Spike?" she said, suddenly remembering the name of the pub.

Spike merely smiled in response.

"Make sure you tell 'Peaches', I send my love," he said as he turned from Parker and disappeared into the night.

Parker stood there a moment, then stomped off down the path toward Sanctity, more furious than before.

If only I could give Belthazor *sense*, the way we gave Angelus a soul... ha.

After closing up the shop for the night, Aziraphale pulls on his overcoat and a scarf and heads out for a stroll in the park. Spotting a young man he doesn't recognize -- and having made a resolution to at the very least meet all of his fellow townspeople -- he heads over to say hello.

"Lovely night, what?"

Spike looked up from where he was having his cigarette. "Lovely indeed."

Spike looked him over warily. "Don't believe we've met."

"Indeed we haven't." He holds out a hand, smiling warmly. "Aziraphale. I run the rare book shop. Pleasure to meet you."

Spike gives Phale a cold grin and ignored the hand. "The name's Spike. I run the pub over there." Spike nods in the general direction of the pub.

"Nice accent. Where you from exactly?"

"Oh yes, I've been to your pub! Delightful place. I'm rather friends with your bartenders."

Aziraphale smiles pleasantly and ignores the slight, slipping his hands into his pockets instead and inviting himself to sit on the end of Spike's bench.

"From here and there, really," he answers evasively. "London most recently. Rather different from here, isn't it?"

"Been a long time since I've been in London... but yes... It's different from here. So you've been to my pub? Then you must know the Brothers or Chewbacca. I haven't been in there lately myself. Something I'll have to change really."

Spike lights up another cigarette and takes a long drag off of it.

"So what brought you to Fandom? Honestly you don't look like the type that would move here."

"Yes, I know Yazoo and his brothers. I don't believe I've met Chewbacca yet -- I'll have to make certain to stop by when he's in."

He settles comfortably back against the bench, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles, and looks out across the park.

"My dear, I've met the most amazing assortment of people here in Fandom. How do you figure that I don't look the type?" Aziraphale laughs softly.

Spike looks at Phale with a smirk. "Most of the people I've met around here are little rough around the edges... you look to be a little too clean cut for a place like this."

Aziraphale raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps I'm in disguise," he says with a chuckle.

"I rather like this town, actually. It's full of the most interesting people. What brings you here?"

"~~Family.~~ My health. I came to Fandom for the waters." Spike says, quoting a very familiar movie.

There's another laugh, and Aziraphale waves his hand at the pond. "I imagine it's gets crowded, what with all of the other bathers."

He turns his head to look directly at Spike. "I rather doubt the waters are going to be of much use to you, my dear."

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