Perceptions!verse - Spander Files

I’d do a show, just for you!”
“You’ll always do the show just for me, love, or I’ll bloody
know the reason why. And I told you not to pout. And
don’t wiggle your arse like that. And don’t bat your
eyelashes at me. And… Oh, bloody hell, if it means that
sodding much to you, I’ll go to the bloody Bronze, Slayer
or no frigging Slayer.”
He’s bouncing like a twelve year old – a very provocative,
sexy, twelve year old, and god, if I wasn’t going to Hell
already, I think I just booked my place. “Thanks Spike.
And you know, she might not even be there, but it being
Friday night and all, I guess there’s a pretty good chance
the gang’ll be in residence. It’ll probably not be as calm
as with Giles, last night, and I was so not expecting to
have a mature adult conversation there; it proves that
sometimes real life is even weirder than anything the
Hellmouth can dish out. So, let’s just get it over with –
like ripping a band aid off a cut or something. I want
everything out in the open. I want us out in the open. It’s
all in line with this whole ‘no more secrets’ shtick I’ve got
going. Besides, at least the Bronze is fairly neutral. It’s
not like I can see you agreeing to go round to Giles’ place
and having tea with the girls. At least this way you can
have a beer.”