Show Me the Way to the Next Whiskey Bar

Summary: Two guys out for Friday night fun / Humor
Pairing: Spike&Gunn friendship Spoilers: none that I know of
Disclaimers: Everything belongs to someone else, not me, well ME, Joss, etc.
Dedicated to: The Sparklies with big Thanks to Travelogue for the info on Angel's cars
Title from: The Doors, baby!

One

Yo, Spike man! You ready?'

Gunn heard a growl from somewhere in the vicinity of Angel's executive washroom and took that for a yes. Gunn straightened his red silk tie and sauntered inside the empty office. He wondered where Angel had gotten himself off to. Probably taken one of the cars out for a spin, chasing down some evil, no doubt. Charles didn't waste too much time worrying about the Big Man. He could take care of himself. Tonight, Gunn thought to himself, I'm taking the night off from evil fighting and have myself some fun.

 You're not wearing that duster thing are you, man?

What? I'll have you know the ladies like the bad boy look.

Yeah, if you're into the throwback. Come on, get with the 21st century. We're going to the Skybar. I'll loan you a tie.

Sod a tie. Spike pronounced with a dismissive wave of his hand, Why'd ya want to hang about in those nancy-boy places for? Thought you and me would see a bit of the high life, hit the Whiskey.

The Whiskey? I can tell you're old, man. That's so played out. We can roll over to Moomba then the Cat Club and...

Cat Club?

It's just a name. No real cats.

Spike snorted, That's what they like you to think.

I thought you wanted to hang, man. Do the single guy thing.

Spike's brows lowered as he stared in disbelief at Charles. So you thought what? That I'm some kind of... He gave Gunn a pointed glace, taking in the perfectly taiilored suit and smooth, manicured hands.

What? No. And can I say that was not what I meant. At all. I figured we could hear some of the new bands, maybe scope out the honeys.

Spike smirked at his companion's discomfiture, but was complemented just the same. Angelus was going to hate this, especially after he read the message Spike had scrawled in hair gel on the video-mirror in the bathroom. He snickered just thinking about that one.
Okay Charlie, he grinned again, slinging an arm around Gunn's shoulder, Let's go. I've still got the keys to the Viper.

tbc