[Maybe he should have come in the front door, but Spike always expected The Spanish Inquisition a trap, so when a pretty bird invites him for drinks, clearly it must be a trap. She didn't even know he was a vampire, so she wasn't one of those goth wannabe baby vamps that found him so alluring.
He slunk in the backdoor, glancing around the place and getting a feel for it before he sorted out which one might be his date. Not the couple drinking mojitos and competing for 'who's more anally retentive in their clothing choices', no. Not the hipster with the manbun working on what he'd likely call his 'memoir', or maybe a poor attempt at a script. No, he finally narrowed it down to the pretty little thing in a leather jacket that looked to be fiddling with her drink. That seemed about right.
Quietly, he made his way over and stood just behind her and to the side in a manner that may be considered lurking, waiting for her to notice him.]
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Date: 2021-07-18 03:54 am (UTC)The Spanish Inquisitiona trap, so when a pretty bird invites him for drinks, clearly it must be a trap. She didn't even know he was a vampire, so she wasn't one of those goth wannabe baby vamps that found him so alluring.He slunk in the backdoor, glancing around the place and getting a feel for it before he sorted out which one might be his date. Not the couple drinking mojitos and competing for 'who's more anally retentive in their clothing choices', no. Not the hipster with the manbun working on what he'd likely call his 'memoir', or maybe a poor attempt at a script. No, he finally narrowed it down to the pretty little thing in a leather jacket that looked to be fiddling with her drink. That seemed about right.
Quietly, he made his way over and stood just behind her and to the side in a manner that may be considered lurking, waiting for her to notice him.]