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12 [Location: Central/Josef's place] Party Post

Entrances had been made. The people of Taxon, some of them at least, had arrived. As the sun was setting and casting the room into shadows, the lights began to come up. Twinkling white lights on the balcony around the pool, mood lighting throughout the room to separate the loft into differing areas for different events. Light music played throughout the main room, though at poolside was a section set aside for dancing as well.

Pausing to overlook the affair, for a moment, Josef felt like he was still back home.

Well, minus the bevy of beautiful women offering up a vein at the snap of his fingers. He was still getting used to that loss, which hurt more keenly than most.

((ooc: Come one, come all. Feel free to set up your own posts or use the starter areas. Josef's place is a massive loft, with three separate rooms including a bedroom with an oversized freezer in it. There is also a rooftop pool area with a wide wall overlooking part of the city.))

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In one corner of the room was set up a buffet style dinner. He'd catered it the best he could with the money he had, and the availability in Taxon.

To one side was a cluster of tables and chairs for any that chose to enjoy.

Edited 2012-09-23 21:17 (UTC)

Spike is going to nibble because he can. He won't go for any of the things he usually loves because he is wearing a suit, after all. If he's going to ruin the suit, he's hoping it will be through something interesting and not just buffalo wings.

"Not a bad spread," comes a familiar voice that Spike's not yet heard person.

"Just got here. Did I miss anythin' interestin'?"

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"Not that I've noticed yet. There's some dancing going on. General socializing sort of things. I haven't started drinking because I wouldn't want to do that to Josef," Spike says with a smile.

"You're the Idol fan, then?"

"'Fan' might be overstatin' it," he replies, in confirmation.

"Name's Logan, in case I forgot to mention it."

"M'Spike. Nice to meet you, Logan," he says, as if he truly believes it.

"You know anyone here?"

"A few. S'how it is with parties, I guess."

Spike. He's named for his hairdo. Or vice versa. Not a great sign.

"You?"

"Most of them, though some better than others."

Spike smiles toward the other man, though there is an edge to his expression. "You're still new, aren't you?"

"You could say that," he returns, easily enough in contrast to that edge of his. "Still tryin' to get used to it when half my brain is screamin' that I should never get used to bein' in prison."

"There are some prisions that are easier to take than others but they're still cages no matter how gilded the bars," Spike says as he rolls his shoulders.

"I go out to the boundaries now and then and punch them. It doesn't do anything but sometimes it makes me feel better."

"Yeah. One of the first things I did when I started hearin' everybody tell me to just set up shop and get used to this joint. Tried cuttin' 'em open, for all that's worth."

A groan as he shakes his head, downing his beer.

"Can't dwell on it or I'm gonna go stir crazy."

"Good to come up with something else to do. That's really what people mean when they say set up shop. They're tryin' tah tell you to do whatever it is you need to do in order not to go barmey," he says softly, though firmly.

His eyes shut tight for a moment, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. That idea is just so far against his grain that he can't really deal with it.

"Keep tryin' to tell myself this is some kinda vacation spot. Might be an interestin' place to visit if it wasn't a damn herding pen."

"That'd be a way to look at it. You gotta do what you gotta do to survive," Spike says, giving a small shrug.

"Same as anywhere else, really."

An agreeable shrug.

"So, you just go up and ask one o' these fake robot people for a job, they put you on the payroll, and then you can go fuck off because it's not like a fake robot guy's gonna care if you actually scrub the toilets or not, since nobody uses 'em. That about right?"

"I haven't gone so far as to getting a job yet but then again, I'm not used to creature comforts at home. It isn't like I need their fake money to buy their not entirely fake alcohol," he says with a small shrug.

"I gather that it is something like that, though, yeah."

Logan's head cocks a little at that assertion.

"Guess that's the agreement, then? Folks like that gal Summers run the bar and don't charge for it, because there ain't no point in money, a place like this."

Catch-22 with that girl. Don't really wanna call her 'Summers' - although that means he ain't likely to forget her name - but her first name's so damn ludicrous.

"Y'get some money here just for being here. I don't drink that much and, well, I'm not a creature comforts guy," Spike says with a smile, though there is a blade in that smile.

"And Buffy? Well, I'm not sure they've figured out how to let her charge other people yet. The Slayer's got a soft heart underneath all of that kick ass."

He sounds... fond of the girl.

And that's something he picks up on, that familiarity, seeing as how Logan himself has given her a thought or three. A bit young, but she can hold her own and she serves up beer. Way to a man's heart and all.

"Take it you're a friend o' hers?"

Hitting the word 'friend' a little harder, just to see what it provokes.

"You could say that... We've known each other for a few years." Spike looks at the other man with a different sort of appraisal in his gaze this time.

Guy dressed as Billy Idol likely ain't gonna have much in the way of decorum if he asks somethin' crude.

"In the Biblical sense?"

"Once upon a time. She's her own woman, though. Makes her own decisions about people." Spike's posessive about Buffy but he also recognizes that holding onto the Slayer too tightly only makes it more likely she's going to leave.

Her own woman. Like anybody's not their own person. That turn of phrase does give the sense that it's a lesson Spike here's had to learn, against his nature.

"And who's she been makin' decisions about lately?"

"Me, mostly, but it isn't something that's currently set in stone," Spike says, not upset but there is a tension there that Logan can hear just as loudly as if the other man had said actually something.

Trying to be a good man is hard.

"Ah. One of those."

Logan's been around quite a while, and has had a lot of 'those.'

"You sure it just ain't you wishin' it wasn't set in stone?"

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