taxonomites | 02: [Visual] + [Location: Caritas]

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02: [Visual] + [Location: Caritas]

Casey punches the broadcast button on the tablet which is sitting on the bar counter and leans into frame. He's got a bruise or two, maybe a laceration on the cheekbone but it's minor and woe betide anyone commenting on it.

"I've got this leather duster here," he holds it up, "from the warehouse rescue. If you're the owner of said coat, I'm at Caritas, the demon bar in Osten. Ask for Casey."

He turns off the transmission and tosses the coat under the counter out of the way.

"So, where were we?" He starts grabbing some bottles of liquor and setting them on the bar in front of him.

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Buffy's blushing. It's pretty easy for Spike to guess what she's thinking about. He remembers those meetings pretty well himself. He doesn't blush, but he does look down for a moment.

When Casey speaks, he looks up sharply, then glances at Buffy. "No," he says quickly. "I don't have a girl." Is it really that obvious?

To Buffy, he asks, "You learned to mix anything yet? Wouldn't mind seeing what you've got."

Apparently it really is that obvious - and if the ground could swallow Buffy right now, she'd be exceptionally grateful. "No." She answers, just as quickly, in response to Casey's (awful) question, and then absorbs herself with a really interesting piece of lemon. That is until Spike speaks again and she stares at him for a second. 'Wouldn't mind seeing what you've got'??? Talk about unfortunate word choice, given the situation. She recovers quickly though, after some mental flailing.

"Umm, yeah, actually I was just learning how to make a Casablanca. Casey survived the taste-test, so I can't be that bad. Want to try?" And as those words leave her mouth, she realizes that they aren't the best words ever, and adds, hastily: "The cocktail. Try the cocktail."

Oh dear god, this is horrible.

Casey gives a cynical 'yeah, right' grunt. Like hell they're not knocking boots. Or at least wanting to.

"Careful, she nearly poisoned me." He warns Spike, then moves off to serve a customer who's been trying to get his attention.

This is awful. Spike glares after Casey because it's easier than looking at Buffy. Just because they have a history that included romps in Buffy's workplace doesn't mean he should have to avoid visiting her now. They can control themselves. Or should be able to.

Right, enough accidental innuendo. Spike looks back at her.

"Yeah, I'd love to try. And I know you'll be great. At this, I mean. Cocktail mixing."

Bloody hell.

Yes, control. All the control. Lots and lots of control, even if there's some truth in Casey's observations. Buffy watches Casey go, feeling more self-conscious than she ever would've believed possible. Finally she looks at Spike again, feeling an odd urge to laugh at the sheer awkward of the situation. She doesn't though, pinching the bridge of her nose with rueful amusement instead.

"Thanks," she replies, dropping her hand and giving Spike a smile. "He's exaggerating about the poisoning." She starts preparing the cocktail as she talks. "So how'd you lose your coat? I thought it was surgically attached."

"Unless you've started using holy water in those cocktails, I'm not too worried." Though he does eye what she's doing a bit apprehensively.

He shrugs, pulling his coat closer "Gave it to a girl during the big fight and rescue. I couldn't pull her out then since I needed to fight Drusilla, but I felt I ought to do something."

"I'm pretty sure Lorne has a no-dusting policy," she comments wryly in reply, doing the double-flip reverse pour thing with a bottle of white rum that she learnt from Casey earlier. Yes, she's absolutely trying to impress Spike.

...though as it turns out, she's impressed by him. Of course the 'big fight and rescue' was pretty much chaos and she got split up from the rest of Angel's crowd, so she didn't see everything - Spike giving his coat away, for example. She knows he's a different man from the one he used to be, a better one, but it still surprises her sometimes. "That's really sweet, Spike," she says, genuinely touched. Then, because she doesn't want them slipping into awkward territory again, she slides his finished cocktail across the bar towards him. "There. One non-toxic Casablanca."

"Knew there was a reason I came here." Though Spike doesn't say anything, the bottle flippy bit does impress him. She looks the part, though whether she can actually mix a drink remains to be seen.

He shrugs, glancing down. "Least I could do." Not that Morgana appreciated it much. He smiles and takes the drink from her. He raises it to her for a moment before taking a sip. "Mmm, not bad, love."

"You mean aside from the amazingly talented bar staff?" She asks, with a raised eyebrow. That's a joke, evidently, because she watches apprehensively as Spike takes a sip of his drink, clearly worried that it'll be horrible and he won't like it. She looks relieved when that doesn't seem to be the case.

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

He gives her a reassuring smile. "Could use a bit more lemon, maybe, but I've had a lot worse. Mostly at the Bronze. They had some spectacularly bad bartenders there sometimes." Possibly because so many vampires went there for snacks. He takes another, bigger sip and smiles. "It's pretty good, actually."

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02: [Visual] + [Location: Caritas]

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[location | Caritas]

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