Drusilla knew how to fight, she could have done something, even ask him nicely. But no, they were just making out over him. When he was finally free, he lashed his arm out at Lestat, trying to get him far away.
"Why do you get me to fight this sodding people if you're just going to take their bloody side," Spike snarled as he rubbed the side of his face, his skin bleeding from the rough brick he'd been forced into and his side aching from the hits it had gotten. And Lestat? Well, he had a slightly bleeding lip. That counted for something, right? With a frustrated hiss, he wanted to keep yelling at Dru but then she'd cry or get upset and he'd have a night of grovelling ahead.
He ruffled his hair and spat on the floor in disgust at Lestat, on the verge of lashing out again. Spike may have been smart but he never was that smart when it came to his pride. Same reason why he took that cigarette way back when even though he didn't smoke, he didn't like to look like he couldn't do something. Like win a fight.
"You better watch yourself! If you touch her again, I'm going to knock that smug smirk off your face. Don't think I can't, I was holding back," Spike huffed in annoyance and yanked Dru away from his line of sight, giving Nicolas a sideways look. "We're fine, piss off."
Fumbling with his pocket and pulling out his cigarette, he slipped it in his mouth and gave Lestat his best warning look.
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Date: 2015-10-03 08:44 pm (UTC)Drusilla knew how to fight, she could have done something, even ask him nicely. But no, they were just making out over him. When he was finally free, he lashed his arm out at Lestat, trying to get him far away.
"Why do you get me to fight this sodding people if you're just going to take their bloody side," Spike snarled as he rubbed the side of his face, his skin bleeding from the rough brick he'd been forced into and his side aching from the hits it had gotten. And Lestat? Well, he had a slightly bleeding lip. That counted for something, right? With a frustrated hiss, he wanted to keep yelling at Dru but then she'd cry or get upset and he'd have a night of grovelling ahead.
He ruffled his hair and spat on the floor in disgust at Lestat, on the verge of lashing out again. Spike may have been smart but he never was that smart when it came to his pride. Same reason why he took that cigarette way back when even though he didn't smoke, he didn't like to look like he couldn't do something. Like win a fight.
"You better watch yourself! If you touch her again, I'm going to knock that smug smirk off your face. Don't think I can't, I was holding back," Spike huffed in annoyance and yanked Dru away from his line of sight, giving Nicolas a sideways look. "We're fine, piss off."
Fumbling with his pocket and pulling out his cigarette, he slipped it in his mouth and gave Lestat his best warning look.