Old Friends

Part 10

Spike’s P.O.V.

~Pub… Dark… Beer… Birds… Lot’s o’ birds… Bikini tops, shorts, bare legs, sandals… Angel checkin’ out the blonde… me… jes’ checkin’ ’em all.~

“Fancy the one in red?”

~Lil’ looker, that one.~

“Pretty girl“

~No getting’ around that.~

“Nice rack.”

~So we’re sexist. We’re allowed. Couple o’ bloke’s, out for a drink an’ a laugh. We’re allowed.~

“Agreed.”

“Ask her to dance.”

~Wouldn’t mind watchin’ ’im work… like the old days… only – the old days, we’d ’ave seduced ’em an’ drained ’em.~

“No…”

~Don’t be a wanker… nothin’ wrong in chattin’ up birds.~

“Go on… She’s lookin’ over here.”

~Lil’ encouragement.~

“Yeah… she is.”

~Now for the challenge.~

“Pity for you… she’s lookin’ at me.”

~Sidelong glance… heh… that got ’im.~

“Not a chance, boy… she’s looking at me.”

~This is fun…~

“Blind, too. Senility’s really hittin’ ya hard. Can Vampires get Alzheimer's?”

~Ha!~

“You’re just full of witty quips, aren’t you?”

“Yes… Your point?”

“No point… just stating the obvious.”

~Here comes the bird… all tarted up in red…~

“Hey there, I’m Liz… Tourists?”

“No, pet. Born an’ raised right here in sunny Santa Barbara.”

~She’s gigglin’ an’ grinnin’… First – ya make ’em laugh…~

“Yeah… you sure sound the part.”

“I could do, if I wanted… could say ‘ohmigawd… you like totally have a cool pub here’… howzat sweetness?”

~Next, ya make ’em laugh again… cute lil’ thing… not my type, tho’.~

“You’re too much!! You have the cuuuutest accent!!”

~Ooh… first time I heard that…~

“Do I now? Well, my mate here’s from Galway, Ireland… Ya like the way mick’s talk, too?”

~Kickin’ Angel the ball… let’s see what he does with it…~

“I dunno… let’s hear… “

~There’s the set up.~

“An’ what would a darlin’ lass like yerself be wantin’ ta hear, then?”

~He kicks…~

“Oooh Gaaaaawd… I Love it!!”

~He scores!!~

“Like an overgrown leprechaun, inn’t he?”

“Oh, it’s sssssooo pretty!! It’s like music! CHERYL… C’mere“

~Waving her arms to her pretty lil’ brunette friend~

“You have to hear this guy talk!”

~Now she’s a bit of alright… Dark hair, dark eyes… Nice!!~

“Hey Liz… Hear who talk?”

~Don’t bother showin’ ’im to yer friend, luv… He fancies ’em blonde, like you…~

“The big one… say something pretty again…”

~Yeah, Angel… say somethin’ pretty.~

“Ahh… but ye are a sweet thing… Could spend an eternity drinkin’ in yer beauty. An’ what would ye like ta hear me say?”

~Heh, heh.~

“How adorable!! What’s your name?”

“M’name would be Angel, lass, an’ ye would be Cheryl, now wouldn’t ye?”

~Oh… work it! Look at her blush…~

“Gawd that’s pretty…”

~She’s whisperin’ to her friend now~

“He’s so cute“

~Nudgin’ Angel, an whisperin’~

“Yer soOO KEWT!”

~He’s laughin’~

~Lil brunette Cheryl regardin’ me.~

“Do you have an accent, too?”

~Please.~

“’Course I don’t have an accent - Your bloody lot’s the ones with the accent…”

“It’s really sexy.”

~I know… glad ya like it, luv.~

“Is it now? Well then, yeah… reckon’ I do have me an’ accent.”

~Go on, then… keep smilin’ at me… haven’t lost me edge, now, have I?~

“What’s your name?”

“Spike.”

~You know you want me. Everyone wants me. Bloody gorgeous, I am.~

“Are you in a band?”

“Yeah… ’course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

~Angel’s bitin’ the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, heh… a band…~

“Both of you?”

“Sure… why not?”

~Convincin’ ain’t I?~

“What’s the name of the band?”

~Ha! Gonna bugger up Angel’s cha-cha now.~

“Er… The… uh… Magnificent Poofs“

~He’s starin’ at me like ‘What the fuck are you doing?’… heh!~

“Uhm… weird… What’s a poof?”

“He is“

~Point at Angel~

“What?”

“Never mind, pet… inside joke.”

“So are you the singer?”

“No… no… Hair boy there, that’s the one with the pipes… Go on, Angel…show ’em what ya got.”

~Sounds like a dyin’ cat, he does.~

“Will…”

~Answer him with a smirk.~

“I thought you said your name was Spike.”

“Stage name, luv.”

“Ahh… So why do they call you Spike?”

“Want me to show ya?”

~Give her the trademark eyebrow lift an’ grin.~

“You are so bad!”

~Yes, I am…~

“Yeah luv, I’m a bad rude man.”

“While William here’s regalin’ ye with tales, I’ll be takin’ Liz here to the dance floor…”

~He smiles at me… ooh, love to bugger ’is arse about now. Wanna see ’im work, though.~

“You wanna dance too?”

“Why not, luv… Sounds like a brilliant plan.”

~Move out on the dance floor… we have the girls doin’ some swayin’… Can see ’im over her shoulder. She looks like a toy in his arms… Cor’, he’s enormous. I brush the hair off my girl’s neck, he does the same with the blonde… this is effin’ great… He smiles, I smile… move my mouth to her neck, lock eyes with Angel… he’s smilin’… then does the same with the blonde… Oi! Bloody erotic, innit? … Run me tongue up her flesh… he’s mirrorin’ me… she shivers in me arms, can smell her arousal… intoxicatin’, that… Can see the blonde shudder… Ya haven’t lost yer touch either, mate… Turn her a bit more, give ’im a good view o’ this, bite down soft… an’ jes’ suck some… an…~

“THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU PRICK!”

~Woah! What’s this? Quarterback looks mad… like he wants ta rip me throat out… Make a good vamp, he would.~

“Oi! Watch it, ya nonce!”

“Tyler!! Oh my gawd!! Don’t spaz… we were just dancing!!”

~Yeah, you tell ’im, pet. Jes’ dancin’… Now bugger off, an’ let me get back to givin’ Sire a chubby.~

“Yeah… dancing with his mouth on your neck! Your ass is mine, limey freak!”

~Bloody effin’ soddin’ stupid fuckin’ arsed up chip. Bathe in yer blood, I would! Was a time…~

“Tyler!! Quit acting like an ass… leave him alone!”

~Hey now… Angel’s hand around his throat… this could get interestin’… I can’t do it… he’ll do it for me.~

“Yeah, Tyler, leave him alone… Ye don’t want to be startin an international incident, now do ye?”

~Chokin’ an’ squawkin’ about somethin’.~

“This is between him and me… Not you!”

~Ohhh… Angel lookin’ at ’im like he farted on ’is best suit. Wouldn’t wanna be in his shoes about now.~

“Oh, beggin’ ta differ with ye… What concerns him, concerns me… a great deal. From the looks o’ things, I’d venture ta say that yer lass there was enjoyin’ herself… very much. Mayhap ye wanna take that up with the lady… Not some random bloke.”

~Stone cold fucker… love me Sire… Knew there was a reason… biggest wrinklies on the planet.~

“Fine… He walks. Let go of me…”

~Angel releasin’ his neck~

“Don’t let ’im go Angel, rough ’im up some.”

~Grins at me.~

“Ye want me to?”

~Sadly, a waste o’ time. Not like we’re gonna get a bite after…~

“Nah… never mind. No worries, mate… C’mon - place reeks of tossers.”

“As ye wish.”

~Angel makin’ to walk away, then turnin’ back. Whatcha doin’?~

“On second thought…”

~Oi! An uppercut. Wager that stings a bit.~

“Ye had that comin’, unfriendly to immigrants… tsk tsk.”

~ We’re grinnin’ an walkin’ out now, can hear Cheryl sayin’ “Gawd Tyler! Could you be more of a dick?! Now your nose is broken… AGAIN!”~

~Ha! Bloody fun!~

~Walkin’ out on the boardwalk now, start laughin, now Angel starts laughin’… Slap ’is back… good on ’im!~

“Bloody Hell Angel!! Ya cold-cocked the pillock. Can’t believe ya did that!!”

~Throwin’ his arm around me shoulder.~

“You know I always got your back.”

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