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Fandom: Angel S5
Summary: Wes gets away from his books.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Wes/Spike
Disclaimer: I’d be lying if I said that I owned anything.
He couldn’t believe that he was sitting down in the dirtiest, smelliest bar in the city. The patrons were rather questionable. There was a group of bikers in the far right corner, head to toe in leather and reeking of alcohol. Their beards dragged across the tabletop when they laughed, and the silver of their piercings and studded belts glinted menacingly if he looked the right way. He tried not to.
To his left was a gangly fellow with sunken eyes in a grey sweatshirt and torn jeans. He had a drug problem, Wes suspected. The long sleeves in the middle of a hot and humid evening might’ve given it away.
He shifted uneasily in his seat.
“Oh, come on. It’s good to get outta the office for a change,” Spike returned to their table with two glasses and a bottle of scotch.
“Yes. Because this place is so much safer.” He took the liberty to pour for them.
Spike nodded his thanks and finished his glass in one gulp. “Wouldn’t be so quick to shoot this dive down. Some of those books you deal with are mighty dangerous lookin’.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind next time I get a paper cut.” He frowned when the rail of a man next to him scratched his forearm.
Spike leant forward. “You know you want to be alone wit’ me.”
Wes slapped away the hand that fell on his knee, and glared at the vampire across from him. His bleached head fell back with laughter, and the bikers turned to stare at them. Wes felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, and he downed the rest of his drink. “I don’t know why I agreed to this.”
“Sure you do, Percy.” Spike smiled at him, and Wes reached for the bottle.
Fandom: Angel S5
Summary: Wes gets away from his books.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Wes/Spike
Disclaimer: I’d be lying if I said that I owned anything.
He couldn’t believe that he was sitting down in the dirtiest, smelliest bar in the city. The patrons were rather questionable. There was a group of bikers in the far right corner, head to toe in leather and reeking of alcohol. Their beards dragged across the tabletop when they laughed, and the silver of their piercings and studded belts glinted menacingly if he looked the right way. He tried not to.
To his left was a gangly fellow with sunken eyes in a grey sweatshirt and torn jeans. He had a drug problem, Wes suspected. The long sleeves in the middle of a hot and humid evening might’ve given it away.
He shifted uneasily in his seat.
“Oh, come on. It’s good to get outta the office for a change,” Spike returned to their table with two glasses and a bottle of scotch.
“Yes. Because this place is so much safer.” He took the liberty to pour for them.
Spike nodded his thanks and finished his glass in one gulp. “Wouldn’t be so quick to shoot this dive down. Some of those books you deal with are mighty dangerous lookin’.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind next time I get a paper cut.” He frowned when the rail of a man next to him scratched his forearm.
Spike leant forward. “You know you want to be alone wit’ me.”
Wes slapped away the hand that fell on his knee, and glared at the vampire across from him. His bleached head fell back with laughter, and the bikers turned to stare at them. Wes felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, and he downed the rest of his drink. “I don’t know why I agreed to this.”
“Sure you do, Percy.” Spike smiled at him, and Wes reached for the bottle.
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Just wonderful, my dear.
*hugs*
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Sweet!
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*Snuggles you*
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:) *snuggles right back*