"Dru, for Christ sake, let's be a little quieter. You'll get us kicked out," Spike tried with a concerned frown, looking at Nicolas from where they stood, wanting to make a move but fearing what would happen if he did. What did he even say? 'Hello, remember me? I used to spy on you' wasn't the best start and he wasn't found of dredging up the whole William thing again. He'd only just shed that whole mess. So instead Spike pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket and gave Dru a playful smile. "Time to act, love. Play along and don't give me away."
They approached Nicolas carefully and Spike shoved out the piece of paper as soon as he had Nicolas's attention. "Oi, mate, give us your autograph? My girl here loves how you play and God knows why but she wants your signature scrawled. Do you mind?"
"You can also scrawl all over somewhere else," Drusilla played along obligingly by ways of touching Nicolas's arm and pressing herself up against him. Maybe it was telling that Nicolas hardly even blinked and even some of his colleagues who took note just rolled their eyes and muttered something about violinists.
But Spike had at least achieved his goal in some ways, as Nicolas barely spared him more than a glance as he took the piece of paper and borrowed a pen from someone to sign it, while Drusilla hung onto him the entire time, ever so obligingly only having eyes for him.
"You're very pretty."
"And you're beautiful, love. You'll make your boyfriend jealous though."
"Yes, you will," Spike gritted out slowly, giving Dru a warning look and pulling her away from him because yes, he wanted her to play along but not bloody hump his leg. She was his still. And, yeah, she didn't even listen to that and slept with a new bloke every other week but he liked to think he at least had a tiny bit more of her heart than everyone else. Someone had to at least give him that. "All right, enough talking, prissy bastard."
He snatched the paper off Nicolas the moment he finished signing, unsure what his problem was. There he was, the boy who played in the music room, perhaps even his first crush, and he didn't even know what to say to him. He wasn't jealous, he was more -- frustrated? Maybe that was closer.
"But yeah, yeah, good playing," Spike offered with an aloof turn of his head, trying not to look interested. "You ever want to play real music, you should look us up."
Nicolas tried to figure out what the guy's problem was too, but he ended up just frowning at him. Whatever, probably really was that jealous. At least the girl had taken to snuggling up against the boyfriend instead and Nicolas returned the pen to the guy he'd borrowed it from, even earning his shirt in exchange. He pulled it on, partly to ensure the girl wouldn't grope him again, then turned back to the pair.
He raised his eyebrows at the arrogance as he stood there wearing the trousers of his borrowed tux and his own very worn Sex Pistol shirt with 'God save the Queen' on it and finally just snorted. What did one even say to that? "What's 'real music' then, you wanker?" Hey, he wasn't the one that had started with the insults.
"Not whatever the bloody hell you were playing out there while some loud bint warbled on. That's isn't music. That's music," Spike said as he reached out to poke his shirt, appreciating that at least Nicolas had all right taste. Well, compared to opera anyway. "Proper music, music where people try. This is just a load of routined nancy boy bollocks to make everyone around here feel like they're above one another. It's not anything of worth."
With a slight sigh, he shook his head and took Drusilla's hand, unsure why he'd even done this. What was he hoping to achieve from talking to an old crush. It was just making him feel like an idiot. "Whatever, mate. You do whatever you fancy but proper music isn't comparable to this. It's better. It's ... effulgent."
He turned to Dru, raising his eyebrows playfully at her, smirking. "Come on, love. I'm bored."
"I'll make sure to let Mozart know he didn't try if I ever meet him in hell." Nicolas was used to talk like that, he spent enough time in both music worlds. So hard to find someone with an open enough mind and enough understanding to stop being stuck-up or edgy and just embrace music for what it was.
Effulgent. He frowned at the man as he walked off with his girl, frowning and finally shaking his head. Strange. Whatever. Maybe he'd see them around somewhere, couldn't hurt.
"Can we go meet someone else to insult them?" No, Drusilla wasn't being sarcastic, instead she just sounded really exciting. "Maybe you can get into a fight!"
"Oi! I have no issues with Mozart or classic or opera when it's done well. That was organised chaos, mate. No passion, no nothing. Not from them lot anyway," Spike called as he moved through the crowd, dragging Drusilla along with an annoyed frown. What the bloody hell was that? What the hell was he doing? What was wrong with him? Honest to God, why did seeing Nicolas make him into a total prick for no reason.
"What? Er, sure, whatever. Find me a bloke you fancy me fighting and we'll see where it takes us," No one ever said Spike was always the responsible one here. He would do whatever Drusilla found funny. It was probably his biggest failing. Thank God Angel was often there to stop them from getting themselves killed. "No one much bigger than me, love. We got a gig tomorrrow, let's protect the money maker."
So now there was Drusilla dragging them toward the back exit and considering various people they meet while muttering insults to herself and giggling. She didn't find anyone she wanted Spike to fight, so they just pushed out through the back doors and Drusilla put her arms around Spike's neck so she could lean back against the wall and be kissed. She stopped pretty much mid-make-out when someone arrived on a motorcycle, long blond hair, leather jacket and actually noticing her looking long enough to spare her an admittedly dazzling smile. Apparently he didn't much care that she was literally in the arms of another man.
"Him? Your wish, my command. Though God knows why," Spike turned and looked, raising an eyebrow. He looked awfully strong and a little off putting but he definitely smiled and looked a little too long at Dru. With a smirk, he kissed Drusilla deeply before he pulled away, a mischievous smirk on his face as he pulled away and stalked forward, heading after him with a determined look. He had never been much of a fight, hell he always got his ass kicked in school, that was just how it had always been. Until he met Dru. Until he started fighting physically with Angel every other night and having to see off the various blokes Dru dragged home. He found it made him tougher, stronger and he did fight very dirty.
"Oi, you little prick! You smiled at my Dru. That's not very nice of you, that's very rude. See, she's mine and she didn't appreciate it," Spike smirked and raised his fists, moving in to throw a punch. "I'm going to teach you some manners, mate."
So Lestat hadn't expected to be attacked, but that didn't stop him from defending himself immediately. He didn't fight back right away, but that lasted all of one second. Then he threw himself into it and he definitely knew how to fight as well. People around them were moving away, but Lestat didn't care. He only paused when he had managed to pin Spike face forward against a wall, taking the time to smile at Drusilla again.
In an outstanding show of support, Drusilla blushed and laughed and then just kissed the man currently winning a fight against her boyfriend.Loyalty had never been her best trait.
It was at that moment that Nicolas walked out of the building, headphones over his ears and cigarette in his hand, although not yet lit. And there he saw his boyfriend kiss the girlfriend of rude guy, while rude guy was being held against the wall.
"What the fuck even... Leave him alone, Lestat, I don't even want to know."
Lestat did let go, with another shove, immediately explaining how innocent he was to Nicolas in rapid French, but he only shrugged and rolled his eyes. It was Lestat, what did he expect? He pulled the blond behind himself, looking Spike over. Drusilla was absently patting Spike's head, but her attention was all on Lestat and she might be cooing.
Drusilla knew how to fight, she could have done something, even ask him nicely. But no, they were just making out over him. When he was finally free, he lashed his arm out at Lestat, trying to get him far away.
"Why do you get me to fight this sodding people if you're just going to take their bloody side," Spike snarled as he rubbed the side of his face, his skin bleeding from the rough brick he'd been forced into and his side aching from the hits it had gotten. And Lestat? Well, he had a slightly bleeding lip. That counted for something, right? With a frustrated hiss, he wanted to keep yelling at Dru but then she'd cry or get upset and he'd have a night of grovelling ahead.
He ruffled his hair and spat on the floor in disgust at Lestat, on the verge of lashing out again. Spike may have been smart but he never was that smart when it came to his pride. Same reason why he took that cigarette way back when even though he didn't smoke, he didn't like to look like he couldn't do something. Like win a fight.
"You better watch yourself! If you touch her again, I'm going to knock that smug smirk off your face. Don't think I can't, I was holding back," Spike huffed in annoyance and yanked Dru away from his line of sight, giving Nicolas a sideways look. "We're fine, piss off."
Fumbling with his pocket and pulling out his cigarette, he slipped it in his mouth and gave Lestat his best warning look.
"Right." What a twat. Nicolas looked at him a bit longer than he meant to anyway, then he turned to walk off to Lestat's bike, shrugging him off when he tried to wrap his arms around him and make nice. He knew Lestat would do what and who he wanted to do, but he'd gotten quite enough random abuse for one night. He lit his cigarette and leaned against the bike, turning his head to the side when Lestat leaned in to kiss him. Made Lestat sulk very ostentatiously, but the hell with it.
Drusilla was still in a good mood, taking Spike's hand as if nothing had happened. "I just wanted to see who'd win. He's strong." It was hot. But she got on her toes anyway to kiss the side of Spike's face softly. "You fought very well though."
Nicolas had a boyfriend. A boyfriend. He was gay and he had a boyfriend. Why the hell did that burn a hole in his stomach. He felt such hopelessness inside and he didn't even know why. Nicolas had barely been in his life, came and gone and clearly didn't take that much notice of him. Granted he'd changed but there was nothing, not even a flicker. With a sigh, he turned to Dru and bit back all of his anger at her, instead kissing her softly and letting his chin rest against her shoulder. "I wish you'd take my side more, pet. You know I love you more than any of those blokes ever will. Why isn't it ever enough?"
He didn't know why he even tried. She'd never love him like he loved her. One day he'd just have to face it and more on. "Eh, doesn't matter. As long as you don't leave me."
Nicolas leaned his head back to blow out the smoke, finally allowing Lestat to kiss his neck. Might as well. However, his mind was still dealing with something else and as he played with his lighter in his pocket it finally clicked. "William?!"
Lestat was understandably confused, but Nicolas wasn't paying any attention to him right now. He just looked over at the man who was being snuggled by his girlfriend, trying to be certain. Had to be him, didn't it? Effulgent. And he'd come to seek him out.
Spike didn't acknowledge the cry, he just suddenly looked at Dru like she was way more worth his time than Nicolas because hell, he had wanted this a minute ago but hearing that name almost made him wince. Shit, why did he want this again? Oh, right, because he was an idiot. "Dru, pet, don't respond to either of them. Pretend they're not there. We'll head in to find Angel in a sec, okay? Just ignore them."
Spike lit up his cigarette and took a deep inhale, more interested in that then even so much as owning up to being that idiot boy in the music room. Nope, no, he was not going back to that. Though it was kind of nice. To be remembered.
"Ready, William," Drusilla agreed with a smile, but it wasn't as if either of the two could hear them. She just couldn't resist the teasing. But this made her ever so curious now anyway, so while she walked away with Spike, she did question him. "Tell me all about him." She liked a good story. Not necessarily true stories, but interesting ones.
Nicolas had watched him carefully for a reaction, but now he was just the guy calling out random men's names while being kissed by his boyfriend. Luckily it was Lestat, so he could care less, especially once Nicki was finally kissing him properly.
"About him? He was someone I knew at school, is all. He was nice to me. I liked him," Crushed on him hard, turned up at the music room to hide behind the piano and listen to him play. Still kept that plectrum, still smoked, still kept on writing though it wasn't poetry now, it was music. Lyrics. He was vastly better at that, especially not he'd cut back talking like a sodding thesaurus. He supposed that after college and after the loss of his mother, he had lost a lot of his motivations to write. Dru has resparked that in him. "I was nothing back then so it doesn't matter if I liked him or not. He must have been a daft wanker to like an idiot like me."
He liked the way he was now, preferred it. Dru had picked out his hair colour and Angel had found his clothes. Between them, they made shy William into Spike, he didn't ever want to go back to what he was. He liked this life. "Let's not dwell on the past, love. Let's just go home."
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Date: 2015-10-03 06:47 pm (UTC)They approached Nicolas carefully and Spike shoved out the piece of paper as soon as he had Nicolas's attention. "Oi, mate, give us your autograph? My girl here loves how you play and God knows why but she wants your signature scrawled. Do you mind?"
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Date: 2015-10-03 06:53 pm (UTC)But Spike had at least achieved his goal in some ways, as Nicolas barely spared him more than a glance as he took the piece of paper and borrowed a pen from someone to sign it, while Drusilla hung onto him the entire time, ever so obligingly only having eyes for him.
"You're very pretty."
"And you're beautiful, love. You'll make your boyfriend jealous though."
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Date: 2015-10-03 06:58 pm (UTC)He snatched the paper off Nicolas the moment he finished signing, unsure what his problem was. There he was, the boy who played in the music room, perhaps even his first crush, and he didn't even know what to say to him. He wasn't jealous, he was more -- frustrated? Maybe that was closer.
"But yeah, yeah, good playing," Spike offered with an aloof turn of his head, trying not to look interested. "You ever want to play real music, you should look us up."
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Date: 2015-10-03 07:06 pm (UTC)He raised his eyebrows at the arrogance as he stood there wearing the trousers of his borrowed tux and his own very worn Sex Pistol shirt with 'God save the Queen' on it and finally just snorted. What did one even say to that? "What's 'real music' then, you wanker?" Hey, he wasn't the one that had started with the insults.
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Date: 2015-10-03 07:12 pm (UTC)With a slight sigh, he shook his head and took Drusilla's hand, unsure why he'd even done this. What was he hoping to achieve from talking to an old crush. It was just making him feel like an idiot. "Whatever, mate. You do whatever you fancy but proper music isn't comparable to this. It's better. It's ... effulgent."
He turned to Dru, raising his eyebrows playfully at her, smirking. "Come on, love. I'm bored."
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Date: 2015-10-03 07:18 pm (UTC)Effulgent. He frowned at the man as he walked off with his girl, frowning and finally shaking his head. Strange. Whatever. Maybe he'd see them around somewhere, couldn't hurt.
"Can we go meet someone else to insult them?" No, Drusilla wasn't being sarcastic, instead she just sounded really exciting. "Maybe you can get into a fight!"
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Date: 2015-10-03 07:22 pm (UTC)"What? Er, sure, whatever. Find me a bloke you fancy me fighting and we'll see where it takes us," No one ever said Spike was always the responsible one here. He would do whatever Drusilla found funny. It was probably his biggest failing. Thank God Angel was often there to stop them from getting themselves killed. "No one much bigger than me, love. We got a gig tomorrrow, let's protect the money maker."
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Date: 2015-10-03 08:18 pm (UTC)"Oh, him. You can fight him."
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Date: 2015-10-03 08:25 pm (UTC)"Oi, you little prick! You smiled at my Dru. That's not very nice of you, that's very rude. See, she's mine and she didn't appreciate it," Spike smirked and raised his fists, moving in to throw a punch. "I'm going to teach you some manners, mate."
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Date: 2015-10-03 08:35 pm (UTC)"You can do much better, chérie."
In an outstanding show of support, Drusilla blushed and laughed and then just kissed the man currently winning a fight against her boyfriend.Loyalty had never been her best trait.
It was at that moment that Nicolas walked out of the building, headphones over his ears and cigarette in his hand, although not yet lit. And there he saw his boyfriend kiss the girlfriend of rude guy, while rude guy was being held against the wall.
"What the fuck even... Leave him alone, Lestat, I don't even want to know."
Lestat did let go, with another shove, immediately explaining how innocent he was to Nicolas in rapid French, but he only shrugged and rolled his eyes. It was Lestat, what did he expect? He pulled the blond behind himself, looking Spike over. Drusilla was absently patting Spike's head, but her attention was all on Lestat and she might be cooing.
"You all right?"
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Date: 2015-10-03 08:44 pm (UTC)Drusilla knew how to fight, she could have done something, even ask him nicely. But no, they were just making out over him. When he was finally free, he lashed his arm out at Lestat, trying to get him far away.
"Why do you get me to fight this sodding people if you're just going to take their bloody side," Spike snarled as he rubbed the side of his face, his skin bleeding from the rough brick he'd been forced into and his side aching from the hits it had gotten. And Lestat? Well, he had a slightly bleeding lip. That counted for something, right? With a frustrated hiss, he wanted to keep yelling at Dru but then she'd cry or get upset and he'd have a night of grovelling ahead.
He ruffled his hair and spat on the floor in disgust at Lestat, on the verge of lashing out again. Spike may have been smart but he never was that smart when it came to his pride. Same reason why he took that cigarette way back when even though he didn't smoke, he didn't like to look like he couldn't do something. Like win a fight.
"You better watch yourself! If you touch her again, I'm going to knock that smug smirk off your face. Don't think I can't, I was holding back," Spike huffed in annoyance and yanked Dru away from his line of sight, giving Nicolas a sideways look. "We're fine, piss off."
Fumbling with his pocket and pulling out his cigarette, he slipped it in his mouth and gave Lestat his best warning look.
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Date: 2015-10-03 08:50 pm (UTC)Drusilla was still in a good mood, taking Spike's hand as if nothing had happened. "I just wanted to see who'd win. He's strong." It was hot. But she got on her toes anyway to kiss the side of Spike's face softly. "You fought very well though."
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Date: 2015-10-03 08:56 pm (UTC)He didn't know why he even tried. She'd never love him like he loved her. One day he'd just have to face it and more on. "Eh, doesn't matter. As long as you don't leave me."
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Date: 2015-10-03 09:01 pm (UTC)Lestat was understandably confused, but Nicolas wasn't paying any attention to him right now. He just looked over at the man who was being snuggled by his girlfriend, trying to be certain. Had to be him, didn't it? Effulgent. And he'd come to seek him out.
But damn, what a change.
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Date: 2015-10-03 09:06 pm (UTC)Spike lit up his cigarette and took a deep inhale, more interested in that then even so much as owning up to being that idiot boy in the music room. Nope, no, he was not going back to that. Though it was kind of nice. To be remembered.
"Ready to go, Dru?"
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Date: 2015-10-03 09:10 pm (UTC)Nicolas had watched him carefully for a reaction, but now he was just the guy calling out random men's names while being kissed by his boyfriend. Luckily it was Lestat, so he could care less, especially once Nicki was finally kissing him properly.
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Date: 2015-10-03 09:14 pm (UTC)He liked the way he was now, preferred it. Dru had picked out his hair colour and Angel had found his clothes. Between them, they made shy William into Spike, he didn't ever want to go back to what he was. He liked this life. "Let's not dwell on the past, love. Let's just go home."