"Nah, we live here. Good old California. We have a place not far from here, it's a loft with a few rooms. You can take the couch. I'd offer you my room but I share with Dru and you'd probably wake up with her naked and trying to do you. Which is all well and good but it'd piss Angel off and it's a cloudy area consent wise," Spike reasoned with a small shrug, knowing that not everyone minded Dru's wake up calls but Spike and Angel, who didn't exactly appreciate people using their girl. "You don't have to dump anyone but you'd be around long enough to play with us again. We're up tomorrow for a proper gig, you know? Stage and everything. We're opening for some poxy band, should be fun."
At the compliment, Spike swiftly turned his head and knocked back some of his whiskey, trying to hide how increasingly red his face was getting. "Fuck off, am not. I'm bleeding handsome, I don't do gorgeous. Ponces do gorgeous." Shaking his head, he turned to Nicolas with a cocky smirk, ignoring the heat he could feel on his face. So he hadn't totally buried William... give it time. "Yeah, well, I am that. And you're not so bad yourself either, mate."
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Date: 2015-10-04 07:36 pm (UTC)At the compliment, Spike swiftly turned his head and knocked back some of his whiskey, trying to hide how increasingly red his face was getting. "Fuck off, am not. I'm bleeding handsome, I don't do gorgeous. Ponces do gorgeous." Shaking his head, he turned to Nicolas with a cocky smirk, ignoring the heat he could feel on his face. So he hadn't totally buried William... give it time. "Yeah, well, I am that. And you're not so bad yourself either, mate."