So, my daughter is starting high school next week and I'm really scared/excited. So, I decided to right another story about something I loved towards the end of my high school years.
A tall dark and gorgeous man wearing a trench coat walked into a bar and sat at the counter. He ordered a drink and drank it broodily.
Another person entered. He also wore a coat. His hair was as pale as his skin that was wont to glow in the moonlight. He sat down at the counter. "I'll have a drink mate, and put it on this bugger's tab."
"Spike, I'm not buying you drinks anymore. I'm still paying for my new coat since we tore the last one." The dark one answered.
"Oh yeah, that was a fun role in the… concrete. Good fight." Spike grunted, wanting to sound manly.
"Whatever, sure, get blondybear here a drink."
"Hey, nobody but nobody but nobody call's me that." Spike said angrily.
"Except Harmony?"
"She's different. Less, smart. And she pretty pathetic, honestly, I don't know how she makes it on her own." Spike said, taking his drink and downing it in one gulp.
"She is pretty pathetic," angel agreed. "so what brings you to the liquor therapy room?"
"Same thing that brought you love—er, mate. A girl."
"Blond haired, strong willed and impossible to get over." Angel said sulkily.
"I hear you mate." Spike replied.
A young woman walked over to them. "I here you two are having trouble getting over a girl, she said. What are your names?"
"Why you asking, love?" Spike asked.
"So I know what to call you," she answered.
"You Can't call us anything, come on spike, let's go." Angel said.
"No need to be rude," Spike said, "Girl's asking our names, may as well be polite about it."
"Fine, I'm angel and he's spike, now let's go." Angel said frustrated.
"Where are you going, Angel and Spike?"
"I don't know where Angel's going, but I'm staying right here and talking two a lovely young lady."
"Oh, stop it," She said, tapping his shoulder playfully.
"Really, stop it, let's go." Angel said.
"What's eating you, mate?" Spike asked angrily, "This young lady wants to talk to us and you're getting all uppity about it. Just relax and enjoy the conversation."
"Conversation. Ok, conversation. Sounds ok I guess." Angel said passively.
"What's your name anyway, Love?" Spike asked.
"Samantha," She replied.
(My daughter won't let me post the middle piece, sorry!)
The next morning Spike and Angel awoke in Samantha's bed. She was nowhere to be seen.
"Fun night, wasn't it?" Spike asked, smoking a cigarette.
"Good conversation," Angel agreed.
"Bloody hell with good conversation, that was the best shagging I've had in weeks. The other day doesn't count."
"So, uh, why aren't you getting up?" Angel asked.
"I'm not wearing anything and I'll be damned before I have you peeping at me." Spike retorted.
"Spike, come on."
"No, you go first if you're so eager to go. Sun's out anyway." Spike said grumpily.
"I'l close my eyes," Angel offered.
"To hell with that, you'll peek."
"Spike, I saw you last night, it doesn't matter." Angel said, annoyed.
"Doesn't matter, it's the principal of it." Spike sulked.
"So, what are we just going to stay here all day?" Angel asked.
"Suppose so," Spike said, lighting another cigarette. "Want to play truth or dare?"
"Sure" angel said, and lay down.
The end. I was going to write more, but my daughter probably wouldn't want me posting that either . I.D.K. why she gets so emotional about my stories.