"Lestat can stay the fuck away from my house or he'll be in some serious danger. Especially if he slept with Dru. You don't want to piss Angel off, trust me. Or Lestat might mysteriously disappear like the last lead vocalist of this band," Spike hoped that made it perfectly clear how unwelcome Lestat was. He might have felt bad about it but he didn't feel like Nicolas really needed Lestat, he wasn't someone essential, maybe Spike could convince him of that. He already found Spike hot enough, all he had to do was sway him. "I'm singing tomorrow so you better bloody be there to accompany me. Fancy something a bit new to liven up our sound."
Rolling his eyes, Spike gently kicked Nicolas under the table, not willing to ruse to his bait. "You're taken, love. Remember? You won't be doing much that's gorgeous, especially with a boyfriend like yours. He's not bad, I'll give him that but he's got nothing on me," Smugly, he winked at Nicolas and pulled out his cigarette packet, plucking one free. He offered it out to Nicolas, returning the favour from a long time ago. "Aren't you proud? Finally learned to smoke. Only took me nearly eight years."
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Date: 2015-10-04 07:53 pm (UTC)Rolling his eyes, Spike gently kicked Nicolas under the table, not willing to ruse to his bait. "You're taken, love. Remember? You won't be doing much that's gorgeous, especially with a boyfriend like yours. He's not bad, I'll give him that but he's got nothing on me," Smugly, he winked at Nicolas and pulled out his cigarette packet, plucking one free. He offered it out to Nicolas, returning the favour from a long time ago. "Aren't you proud? Finally learned to smoke. Only took me nearly eight years."