"Doesn't matter," Spike shrugged, not wanting to seem bothered. It had been a truly horrible moment for him but he found that if he pretended it didn't matter, it oddly didn't. Denial was beautiful. He looked down at the hand on his arm, remembering the first time Nicolas had touched him way back when in the music room, the way he'd gone bright red and stammered, knowing with such dread and uncertainty that he wanted Nicolas. And knowing it'd never happen.
And, apparently, it never would. Nicki was taken and he didn't seem that interested in cheating, no matter what he might have claimed. With a slightly meaningless smile, he moved away from the hand. "I know, I did a good job ageing. Like a good whiskey. Now, are you coming to crash with us or are you going home? Cause we're going to have to motor before Peaches gets stroppy with me."
Nicolas glanced down at his phone and shrugged. "Might as well. I don't have a ride." There was a good reason he'd told Lestat to go fuck himself, mostly having to do with him being a selfish bastard. A selfish bastard who might keep secrets from him and that thought hurt too much to really entertain for too long. "Can we play where you're staying?" Yes, it was all he really cared about. Because he might not be able to fuck Spike, but playing with him might almost be the better thing.
"Yeah but be prepared to have Angel yelling at us if we go past 2am. The big poof like his beauty sleep." Holding out his hand, he got to his feet and stubbed out his cigarette, picking up what was left at his bottle and downed what remained so he didn't have to lug it around with him. "We can play, I got a few new songs going and Dru always loves a show." He turned his head, trying to track down where she was. He had to assemble the gang and get them all home without incident. Not always an easy thing to pull off. "Come on then, let's get somewhere a little nicer."
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Date: 2015-10-04 08:37 pm (UTC)And, apparently, it never would. Nicki was taken and he didn't seem that interested in cheating, no matter what he might have claimed. With a slightly meaningless smile, he moved away from the hand. "I know, I did a good job ageing. Like a good whiskey. Now, are you coming to crash with us or are you going home? Cause we're going to have to motor before Peaches gets stroppy with me."
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