"Probably has a gig somewhere already though, wouldn't he? Playing like that and being all violin." Apparently violin was an adjective if Xander needed it to be one. He didn't take much note of Spike writing poems. He wrote lyrics, same difference. Mostly just seemed to make girls fall all over him, which was unfair for so many reasons. Largely because girls weren't falling all over Xander, even if he was in a band.
Nicolas stopped twirling around Drusilla to let her throw herself into Spike's arms instead. Fair enough. He took out his phone and picked up the call, which just made Xander groan again. "He speaks another language too? What is that, French? I vote against him, I don't need any more help in being known as the 'funny one'."
Meanwhile Nicolas looked fairly annoyed, his French getting a bit of an enhancement with the ever helpful phrase 'go fuck yourself'. He hung up without saying goodbye and walked right up to Spike. "You said you owe me a drink? Because I need one."
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Date: 2015-10-04 03:04 pm (UTC)Nicolas stopped twirling around Drusilla to let her throw herself into Spike's arms instead. Fair enough. He took out his phone and picked up the call, which just made Xander groan again. "He speaks another language too? What is that, French? I vote against him, I don't need any more help in being known as the 'funny one'."
Meanwhile Nicolas looked fairly annoyed, his French getting a bit of an enhancement with the ever helpful phrase 'go fuck yourself'. He hung up without saying goodbye and walked right up to Spike. "You said you owe me a drink? Because I need one."