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[location: Dodgy Jammer] [open] Baby's at the punch bowl with a glass for you to fill

The bar top was polished to a high shine, and Buffy carefully folded the damp towel she'd been using to wipe it down into a neat square.

Not nervous, nope.

Another spot gets a quick wipedown, and Buffy quickly puts the towel away before she manages to scrub a hole in the finish. She didn't really know when people tended to come in, but if she was by herself for awhile, there was always dusting, and mopping, and re-arranging, and and and...

OK, maybe a little nervous.

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"That sounds like it would be bloody well unpleasant."

He and Angel are getting along better these days but, well, better is a relative term, isn't it?

"I'm not especially fond of these and would prefer to be out of them as soon as possible." Yeah, he's entirely aware of what he just said and who he said it to. "Wandering around in towels alone seemed like a health hazard."

"It wouldn't be that... bad..."

Her voice trails off in considering how exactly that WOULD work out, and THAT just makes her wrinkle her nose and sigh.

"OK, if he shows, he gets his own place. And there are stores around here that you can get clothes at."

Buffy's choosing to ignore the towels comment.

"Any two of us and we can make it work but all three of us? Usually it is just asking for trouble."

And not the fun kind, either.

He gets a snort for this.

"Depends on your definition of 'working out', I suppose."

Spike arches his brows and leans in across the bar a bit, "Does it, now?"

"There were REASONS for why I wasn't in Los Angeles."

She runs through them in her mind, trying to figure out where to start, and gives up, shrugging.

"Anyways, I had my reasons, and they were good ones."

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Spike chuckles, "I got out of there as fast as I could. Well, once the world saving was done. Couldn't exactly walk away from all that, of course."

"Never really could, could you."

"Not really. Saving the world, ending the world. I like to be where the action is - not like I could stand back and let someone do all the important bits."

He finishes off the bottle and puts it down on the bar.

Buffy leans over and takes the bottle, putting it in a convenient bin set off to one side.

"You didn't have a problem with letting me do that."

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"Now. That's not fair. You didn't do all of the important bits that last time. I quite distinctly remember going out in flames."

His expression softens up, as he smiles briefly while he remembers. No you don't, but thanks for saying it.

"If that hadn't have happened, I wouldn't have fought a dragon with Angel."

"You did good there. I couldn't have done it without you, you know that." He gets a smile in return.

"How did you get a dragon??"

"Oh, I know."

He totally knows. He knows that she knows. And the look on his face says he's remember something else entirely. It only lasts for a few moments before it is gone.

"Well, it was the end of the world and it just kind of... showed up to be fought."

"... and then you charmed it into fighting for you instead of incinerating you with its flameiness."

Buffy gives him a look like, did I get it right? I think I totally got it right.

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"Well, it took some fighting."

Spike smiles, tilting his head to the side, "And, well, it ended up liking Angel more."

That must have been something for him to admit.

"Figures, right?"

That begins to tread on some sensitive ground, so Buffy tries her best to swerve the conversational train onto a different track.

"Can I get you a refill? Might as well do my job."

"Always, right? He had the best cars at the time too."

Spike shakes his head, ruefully.

"Nah, though I wonder if you know if a bloke can smoke inside here?"

Buffy takes a look around.

Nope, no no-smoking signs. She privately makes a note to ask Jenna.

"I suppose that you probably can... You might be the first, actually."

"Right, now I have to do is find something to smoke."

Spike shrugs, "Wasn't planning on quitting, so we'll see how that goes."

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