02: [Visual] + [Location: Caritas]

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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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[location | Caritas]

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"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."

[location | Caritas]

[bigbad]

"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."

[location | Caritas]

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"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?"

[location | Caritas]

[bigbad]

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."