Spike didn't say anything. His teeth were gritted and he didn't quite meet Nicolas's eyes. It was hard to know what to say. What to do. He matched it perfectly, he was amazing as he'd ever been. What was he supposed to do? Deny he was any good? But he hated losing and he hated even more that he was so madly in love with the music Nicolas made and he knew he couldn't have it, not forever.
"Holy cow, that was incredible."
"Harris, shut it," Spike wasn't about to admit that he'd hit the nail on the head so instead, Spike shrugged and gently pushed Nicolas out of the way of the audience. "You were all right, could have been better. But you kept up so I'll give you a pass this time. Worry not, you and your lover boy will last another day."
Tragically. God, why would he ever like a wanker like that? "You going to join the next song?"
"Sure. Gotta earn your approval, don't I?" Nicolas sounded more amused than smug, because he couldn't really help it. The drummer was mouthing something that looked a lot like 'Dude's CRAZY!', aided by hand gestures and pointing at Spike and Nicolas finally just snorted, turning to quickly close his eyes and tune his violin.
Drusilla danced up to him, plucking on his violin. Nicolas didn't flinch, he just moved the hand that held the bow so he could wrap an arm around her instead, smiling at her from inches away. No, he wasn't trying to make Spike jealous or anything of the like. Drusilla clearly just got to do whatever she liked, even if it was leaning against him as he played.
His girlfriend was all over his first crush. How the fuck was he supposed to sing during that? Spike hadn't choked on stage since the first time they played where he had not only choked but vomited afterwards and almost quit. But seeing them, being that close to it, he fumbled one of the lines, just about recovering it as he shot Nicolas a frustrated look, turning away and focusing on the song.
It wasn't much of a shock that the next song was a considerably more angry and loud song. Spike knew he was being petty but the two people he loved the most, the only two people he really ever liked, were in each others arms romantically playing the violin. Something he'd never have.
Not that he wanted it, mind. He wasn't a bloody ponce or anything.
Nicolas did notice the uncertainty in Spike's voice, obviously noticed him turning away. He hadn't meant to make him jealous, but clearly it had happened. It was easy enough to let go of Drusilla, even though she pouted for a moment, and he wasn't surprised when she walked over to dance with Spike instead, dance with him while Nicolas played furiously, because there were only so many ways to keep up with a song like that.
Drusilla's arms were around Spike when the song ended and she pressed both hands down on his chest. "Can you get him for me?"
"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."
"Get him for you then," Drusilla decided logically enough. She could watch, seemed fair. Spike watched a lot. Usually with a pissed off look on his face, but still.
Nicolas kept his violin out, not quite sure why. He didn't feel like ending this yet. Sure, he might be feeling hot and kind of drained after all this, but strangely exhilarated at the same time. He turned to Spike when he actually said his name, his own expression softening. Not the time for a proper reunion, if there would ever be one, but his eyes landed on the plectrum around Spike's neck anyway. It must have fallen out during their performance. He resisted the urge to grab it and use it to pull him forward. "I've music in my head too. We'll dance perfectly."
He trailed his fingers along his violin, finally finding it in himself to pack the instrument away. "Am I going to get punched for dancing with her?" Seemed like a fair question.
"What? Dru, no," Spike whispered to her, giving her a warning look. Spike was considerably less fond of fucking in front of Dru, not that he hadn't. He'd done it a few times, with men or with women, he didn't much care. That baggage had died a long time ago when he changed his look, his manner and the way he was. Hell, he was quite proud that he'd shagged every member of his band to date. It was one hell of an achievement.
"Nah, I'll give you a free pass if you don't try and fuck her. Be a gentleman and you can dance," Spike took Dru's hand and offered it to Nicolas, letting their hands meet before he pulled away, pretending to be interested in helping Angel pack up his stuff. Which he wasn't, he was never that helpful.
But he felt so awkward and happy and horrified by his happiness. He honestly didn't know what to think or feel, he wasn't even sure if he was coming or going.
"I don't fuck around. Music or sex, it's never the real thing unless it is, eh?" Not a view he was likely to share with a lot of the people in these kind of circle, but he didn't really care. Without love, things held little passion to him. But he could dance with Drusilla, of course he could. Dance with Drusilla and pretend that he wasn't getting a bit of a crush on Spike. Maybe even a lot of one. He just wanted to get to know him better. How had he gotten here from where he'd left him?
Drusilla probably was the answer to a lot of that, he could already guess that, even as she just danced with him, child-like in her innocence, just smiling and finally leaning against his chest, letting him hold her as if she was something fragile. She might as well be, he realized.
"Do you know that guy?" Xander walked up to Spike, curious for so many reasons. "Cause he's fucking amazing."
"Yeah, we went to the same school. Musician then too, used to play in the music room. So did I. You know, making music, practising my guitar," Spike lied, seeing no reason why Xander had to know about his life before everything changed, he barely wanted to relive it with Nicolas. Nothing like the most embarrassing thing ever being the foundation of a horrible crush that still burnt deeply inside of him.
"Writing your poems," Angel muttered mockingly, unable to help himself, barely flinching when Spike hit him. "He's a good player, I'll give him that."
"Not bad, I guess," Spike down played for his own sanity, watching him and Dru dance with a slight smile. He was pretty good with her, she wasn't even trying to fuck him, just dancing sweetly. Like she did with Spike sometimes after she had a bad dream or a horrible vision. "I think Dru likes him. We may need to try and recruit him."
"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."
"You are the funny one. But hey, don't worry, girls always love a sense of humour. Just stand by Angel, they'll think you're the funniest guy ever," Spike suggested with a smirk as he watched Nicolas rant down the phone in his silly bloody language. French? Pfft, fuck that. He winced when Angel slapped the back of his head, frowning at him and turning briefly away from Nicolas. That was when he got himself an armful of Drusilla, who was awfully playful tonight. "What? You're hardly the life of the party, mate."
"Go away, Spike," The usual line, the usual glare, Angel never changed. He did, however, give Xander a faintly reassuring pat on the back as he left the stage, guitar and amp in hand, ready to get the hell out of here. "Just stand next to Spike and you'll look like a genius."
"Oi!" Spike rolled his eyes and turned back to Nicolas, smiling playfully as he pulled Drusilla into a swift kiss and spun her about, sending her off in the direction of Angel. "Peaches is in a bad mood, go make him stop brooding and join us, would you? Gotta party. And take the comedian with you," Spike jerked his thumb in the direction of Xander before he leapt off the stage and came towards Nicolas, happy to finally steal some of his attention after that whole confusingly glorious duet they just had. "So what's up then? That poncy boyfriend of yours being a dick?"
"Oh, great. Stand with both of you and I'm the goofy nerd." Still, Xander followed behind Angel, especially since he had a lot of stuff to carry before they could just party properly. Drusilla was no help whatsoever, but she took Angel's hand and apparently that was supposed to take care of everything.
"He's always a dick. It's part of the appeal." Supposedly. Didn't seem all that appealing right now. Nicolas sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling out the tie that kept it together at the back of his neck.
"He's get on well with our lead guitarist. They can get together and be dicks," Spike remarked brightly, just trying to assure him that his boyfriend wasn't the only horrible person around. There were always plenty of arseholes in the world. "It's never appealing, it's just what dicks say to make themselves look better. You can always do better than an arsehole like that, mate. Trust me."
Not that he was saying he was better or that he knew anyone better, he just thought that Nicolas could aim a little higher than someone like that bastard who attacked him... well, okay, he attacked him but he still stood by it. Total bastard. "So what do you drink then? I'm thinking of beer, if there's a good brand about here, how about you?"
"Beer's all right. Although the one I had before drank like piss, so odds are any they have in this place won't be any better." America, what else could be said? Nicolas headed for the bar with Spike, glancing at his phone and just hanging up again. He didn't feel like talking to Lestat right now, his mind was too filled with the music they had just made. "So. You changed a lot since I last saw you."
He reached out to ruffle Spike's hair, because he really wanted to. "But we make music together. Worthy music."
Spike still had half a bottle of whiskey, that was probably enough to get them both through this evening. He came to take a seat beside Nicolas, shrugging his shoulders a little and letting Nicolas ruffle his hair. He hadn't put much gel in it today, it was mostly just a bit of a chaotic mess, he was in a rush to get to this gig after recovering from one hell of a hang over and didn't have time to properly slick it back. He still batted Nicolas away, shooting him a warning look. "Oi, no one touches the hair."
Well, that was a lie, Dru always touched it. But he tried to save it as much as he could. "Doesn't matter about the past, that wasn't me. That was just -- a different life? Something like that. I'm not who I was," He was what Dru had made him and he was very happy with that knowledge. He liked to think the new look suited him. "I'm worthy, am I? Got a lot better at writing, I'll give you that. Too bad I forgot my guitar or I would have joined in a little more."
"Maybe I'll hear you with your guitar some other time. But your voice is a great instrument." Nicolas looked at Spike, eyes once more lingering on the necklace, perhaps just a bit too long. He didn't think Spike had changed as much as he was telling him he had, because that's when he had recognized him, when he sang. Still William underneath it all, which really just made him all the more compelling. "I should have focused more on the lyrics, given it's you, but I was kind of distracted." He had to pay attention to the music itself in order to keep up after all. "I'd like to read them."
"Don't keep them written down much, I just memorise them," He didn't like sitting around writing lyrics, it took him back to being that total idiot who collided into people while writing and make a complete spazz out of himself. He really did hate that Nicolas had that kind if connection to him, it'd be much less pressure to try and not be like he used to be. No matter what Nicolas thought of it. "They're nothing special, the lyrics. I just write stuff down and Dru will tell me if it sounds any good. She always did like my work. God knows why but then she's bloody mental so that's probably why."
"If they make you sing like that, they are special." Nicolas wished he had words that wouldn't just make him sound creepy and as if he was coming on to Spike, but there probably weren't any. He just wanted to hear him sing like that again. That kind of emotion and just watch him and somehow know where the song would take them next. It was incredible, not something that could happen with just anyone. He hadn't known it could happen right now. "Dru has good taste." There, that was neutral enough.
He glanced in her direction, seeing her stand with Angel and a blonde girl that was trying to not appear jealous and Xander, who was sad he didn't get the blonde girl's attention. This was like some kind of love hexagon. At the very least.
"Dru doesn't have good taste, she likes everything that isn't simple. Hence that," Spike gestured over to that weird fucked up mess that was about normal these days actually, everyone seemed to love everyone. And Dru never seemed to mind much. "Dru does what she wants, fucks who she wants and we all just let her." Spike smiled fondly as he took another swig of his whiskey and slid it over to Nicolas so he could get at least a little buzz. With a sigh, he dropped his head in his hand and watched Nicolas with faint curiosity.
All he could think about was when he could next play with him. He hoped it was soon, he plays did play so beautifully. "We're a bit of a mess, us lot, but we like to make music and we're pretty good at it. If not a little chaotic. You should play with us some time. Never had a violinist before. We had a flute once... and a washboard. Dru finds us the strangest people sometimes."
Nicolas had no issue whatsoever getting a little buzz. Actually, going by how he drank the whiskey, he had more than a little experience with that. He smiled at Spike, trying to figure it all out. "Funny, isn't it? I used to think I'd fall in love with someone and that'd be it. Never really considered all the testing you have to do when they're out fucking others all the time." He didn't get jealous, there seemed to be little point. But sometimes he did wonder if this was really his idea of love. Of course, then Lestat would touch him and he'd forget all about these things.
"Sure." Nicolas frowned, turning one of his rings around on his finger with his thumb. Might as well be honest. "To play with you, I'd do anything."
"I know that feeling I always thought I'd find the one and she'd be my first and my only. Pfft, sod that. Dru was quite the first time and after that, there hasn't been much exclusivity between us. Mostly because she's bonkers and I don't care much these days," Spike didn't seem bothered by that, he waved his hand in dismissal, a playful smile on his face. Right now he could safely say he'd fucked almost all of his bandmates. He didn't know whether or not Darla counted in that, given she managed them, but otherwise he was four down.
"Well, you don't have to. Just come along with us for a while, you don't have to commit. Just crash with us, play a few gigs, you'll have a laugh. We can't pay you much but I'm sure we can get you enough drink to stand our company," he took another swig from the bottle and leaned back, raising an eyebrow at the other. "It'll be nice. I always did like when you played."
"Don't think your company is that hard to stand. And I'm always drunk anyway." Well, not always, but there was a certain tendency towards it. "Although what are you saying. Coming along where? Crash? Because, y'know, seeing how you haven't yet made me break up with my boyfriend, I can't actually just up and leave town whenever I feel like it."
He entertained himself with watching Spike and thinking about kissing him. His lips just looked inviting, hardly his fault. Not as if he was planning on actually acting on it, but it was a nice way of passing time. He wanted to hear him sing again and he wanted to cut him off with a kiss. That would go down well, he was sure. "Or crash wherever, for that matter." He paused, bit his lower lip and then just shook his head with a breathy laugh. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."
"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."
"I have a room with Lestat and he'd probably be all too happy to do Dru and I don't see that making anyone but those two happy." Spike clearly wasn't Lestat's biggest fan, that much was obvious. "But I can play a proper gig with you. You're singing. I'll be there." He saw little need to hide his interest in Spike's talent or in Spike's anything for that matter. Nicolas hadn't ever been one to hold back with things like that. He'd kissed Lestat minutes into their first real conversation and if he had had these thoughts about William back then, he highly doubted Drusilla would have been his first.
"Ponces do gorgeous?" He couldn't help but repeat that in a mocking voice. "Oh, I do gorgeous. I love doing gorgeous. And you are bleeding handsome and bloody gorgeous."
"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: 2015-10-03 11:17 pm (UTC)"Holy cow, that was incredible."
"Harris, shut it," Spike wasn't about to admit that he'd hit the nail on the head so instead, Spike shrugged and gently pushed Nicolas out of the way of the audience. "You were all right, could have been better. But you kept up so I'll give you a pass this time. Worry not, you and your lover boy will last another day."
Tragically. God, why would he ever like a wanker like that? "You going to join the next song?"
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Date: 2015-10-03 11:23 pm (UTC)Drusilla danced up to him, plucking on his violin. Nicolas didn't flinch, he just moved the hand that held the bow so he could wrap an arm around her instead, smiling at her from inches away. No, he wasn't trying to make Spike jealous or anything of the like. Drusilla clearly just got to do whatever she liked, even if it was leaning against him as he played.
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Date: 2015-10-03 11:30 pm (UTC)It wasn't much of a shock that the next song was a considerably more angry and loud song. Spike knew he was being petty but the two people he loved the most, the only two people he really ever liked, were in each others arms romantically playing the violin. Something he'd never have.
Not that he wanted it, mind. He wasn't a bloody ponce or anything.
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Date: 2015-10-03 11:34 pm (UTC)Drusilla's arms were around Spike when the song ended and she pressed both hands down on his chest. "Can you get him for me?"
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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."
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Date: 2015-10-03 11:45 pm (UTC)Nicolas kept his violin out, not quite sure why. He didn't feel like ending this yet. Sure, he might be feeling hot and kind of drained after all this, but strangely exhilarated at the same time. He turned to Spike when he actually said his name, his own expression softening. Not the time for a proper reunion, if there would ever be one, but his eyes landed on the plectrum around Spike's neck anyway. It must have fallen out during their performance. He resisted the urge to grab it and use it to pull him forward. "I've music in my head too. We'll dance perfectly."
He trailed his fingers along his violin, finally finding it in himself to pack the instrument away. "Am I going to get punched for dancing with her?" Seemed like a fair question.
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Date: 2015-10-03 11:52 pm (UTC)"Nah, I'll give you a free pass if you don't try and fuck her. Be a gentleman and you can dance," Spike took Dru's hand and offered it to Nicolas, letting their hands meet before he pulled away, pretending to be interested in helping Angel pack up his stuff. Which he wasn't, he was never that helpful.
But he felt so awkward and happy and horrified by his happiness. He honestly didn't know what to think or feel, he wasn't even sure if he was coming or going.
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Date: 2015-10-03 11:59 pm (UTC)Drusilla probably was the answer to a lot of that, he could already guess that, even as she just danced with him, child-like in her innocence, just smiling and finally leaning against his chest, letting him hold her as if she was something fragile. She might as well be, he realized.
"Do you know that guy?" Xander walked up to Spike, curious for so many reasons. "Cause he's fucking amazing."
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Date: 2015-10-04 12:04 am (UTC)"Writing your poems," Angel muttered mockingly, unable to help himself, barely flinching when Spike hit him. "He's a good player, I'll give him that."
"Not bad, I guess," Spike down played for his own sanity, watching him and Dru dance with a slight smile. He was pretty good with her, she wasn't even trying to fuck him, just dancing sweetly. Like she did with Spike sometimes after she had a bad dream or a horrible vision. "I think Dru likes him. We may need to try and recruit him."
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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."
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Date: 2015-10-04 05:29 pm (UTC)"Go away, Spike," The usual line, the usual glare, Angel never changed. He did, however, give Xander a faintly reassuring pat on the back as he left the stage, guitar and amp in hand, ready to get the hell out of here. "Just stand next to Spike and you'll look like a genius."
"Oi!" Spike rolled his eyes and turned back to Nicolas, smiling playfully as he pulled Drusilla into a swift kiss and spun her about, sending her off in the direction of Angel. "Peaches is in a bad mood, go make him stop brooding and join us, would you? Gotta party. And take the comedian with you," Spike jerked his thumb in the direction of Xander before he leapt off the stage and came towards Nicolas, happy to finally steal some of his attention after that whole confusingly glorious duet they just had. "So what's up then? That poncy boyfriend of yours being a dick?"
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Date: 2015-10-04 05:35 pm (UTC)"He's always a dick. It's part of the appeal." Supposedly. Didn't seem all that appealing right now. Nicolas sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling out the tie that kept it together at the back of his neck.
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Date: 2015-10-04 05:47 pm (UTC)Not that he was saying he was better or that he knew anyone better, he just thought that Nicolas could aim a little higher than someone like that bastard who attacked him... well, okay, he attacked him but he still stood by it. Total bastard. "So what do you drink then? I'm thinking of beer, if there's a good brand about here, how about you?"
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Date: 2015-10-04 05:54 pm (UTC)He reached out to ruffle Spike's hair, because he really wanted to. "But we make music together. Worthy music."
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Date: 2015-10-04 06:06 pm (UTC)Well, that was a lie, Dru always touched it. But he tried to save it as much as he could. "Doesn't matter about the past, that wasn't me. That was just -- a different life? Something like that. I'm not who I was," He was what Dru had made him and he was very happy with that knowledge. He liked to think the new look suited him. "I'm worthy, am I? Got a lot better at writing, I'll give you that. Too bad I forgot my guitar or I would have joined in a little more."
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Date: 2015-10-04 06:30 pm (UTC)He glanced in her direction, seeing her stand with Angel and a blonde girl that was trying to not appear jealous and Xander, who was sad he didn't get the blonde girl's attention. This was like some kind of love hexagon. At the very least.
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Date: 2015-10-04 06:35 pm (UTC)All he could think about was when he could next play with him. He hoped it was soon, he plays did play so beautifully. "We're a bit of a mess, us lot, but we like to make music and we're pretty good at it. If not a little chaotic. You should play with us some time. Never had a violinist before. We had a flute once... and a washboard. Dru finds us the strangest people sometimes."
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Date: 2015-10-04 06:46 pm (UTC)"Sure." Nicolas frowned, turning one of his rings around on his finger with his thumb. Might as well be honest. "To play with you, I'd do anything."
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Date: 2015-10-04 06:59 pm (UTC)"Well, you don't have to. Just come along with us for a while, you don't have to commit. Just crash with us, play a few gigs, you'll have a laugh. We can't pay you much but I'm sure we can get you enough drink to stand our company," he took another swig from the bottle and leaned back, raising an eyebrow at the other. "It'll be nice. I always did like when you played."
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Date: 2015-10-04 07:15 pm (UTC)He entertained himself with watching Spike and thinking about kissing him. His lips just looked inviting, hardly his fault. Not as if he was planning on actually acting on it, but it was a nice way of passing time. He wanted to hear him sing again and he wanted to cut him off with a kiss. That would go down well, he was sure. "Or crash wherever, for that matter." He paused, bit his lower lip and then just shook his head with a breathy laugh. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."
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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."
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Date: 2015-10-04 07:43 pm (UTC)"Ponces do gorgeous?" He couldn't help but repeat that in a mocking voice. "Oh, I do gorgeous. I love doing gorgeous. And you are bleeding handsome and bloody gorgeous."
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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."
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