"Oi! I have no issues with Mozart or classic or opera when it's done well. That was organised chaos, mate. No passion, no nothing. Not from them lot anyway," Spike called as he moved through the crowd, dragging Drusilla along with an annoyed frown. What the bloody hell was that? What the hell was he doing? What was wrong with him? Honest to God, why did seeing Nicolas make him into a total prick for no reason.
"What? Er, sure, whatever. Find me a bloke you fancy me fighting and we'll see where it takes us," No one ever said Spike was always the responsible one here. He would do whatever Drusilla found funny. It was probably his biggest failing. Thank God Angel was often there to stop them from getting themselves killed. "No one much bigger than me, love. We got a gig tomorrrow, let's protect the money maker."
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Date: 2015-10-03 07:22 pm (UTC)"What? Er, sure, whatever. Find me a bloke you fancy me fighting and we'll see where it takes us," No one ever said Spike was always the responsible one here. He would do whatever Drusilla found funny. It was probably his biggest failing. Thank God Angel was often there to stop them from getting themselves killed. "No one much bigger than me, love. We got a gig tomorrrow, let's protect the money maker."