"He's taken, Dru. I can't get him for you. Besides, you're not his type. I think he likes blokes," Spike let her down easy with a soft smile, letting the audience applaud as he moved in to embrace her softly, pulling her into a playful waltz as the others packed up their stuff and the inane chatter within filled the void the music had left. Spike spun her around so he was facing Nicolas, smiling the best he could and trying not to show how overwhelmed he was feeling by all of this.
"Good playing, Nicolas," Yes, he knew his name, no point in that game any more apparently. He'd tried, he'd failed and he could accept that. "I guess I owe you a drink. And Dru here would like a dance. Don't worry about music, she's got plenty in her head."
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Date: 2015-10-03 11:39 pm (UTC)"Good playing, Nicolas," Yes, he knew his name, no point in that game any more apparently. He'd tried, he'd failed and he could accept that. "I guess I owe you a drink. And Dru here would like a dance. Don't worry about music, she's got plenty in her head."