He certainly wasn't sweet William any more. His next song was about aggressively fucking someone he hated, the one after that was an epic love ballad to his love of punching certain people he didn't like and when one bloke yelled out during his set, he threw his beer bottle at him and proceeded to launch into a Friggin' in the Riggin' cover to drown out any protests, clearly more than a little drunk and having a hell of a time. They finally took a break after that, Angel pushing Spike off the stage before he threw anything else or started any other fights. They had to play a few more songs before they left but until then, Spike wanted a drink.
He stumbled up to the bar and dropped his cash onto it, giving the bartender a look. "I got three more sodding songs left to do, get me some booze to get through it," Spike turned away to light up, despite the no smoking signs, pausing when he caught sight of a familiar person in the corner. He accidentally caught Nicolas's eyes and he couldn't turn away. God, why was he staring like a complete prat?
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Date: 2015-10-03 09:44 pm (UTC)He stumbled up to the bar and dropped his cash onto it, giving the bartender a look. "I got three more sodding songs left to do, get me some booze to get through it," Spike turned away to light up, despite the no smoking signs, pausing when he caught sight of a familiar person in the corner. He accidentally caught Nicolas's eyes and he couldn't turn away. God, why was he staring like a complete prat?