Hi all. This is a short reply (or whatever their called) to http/ challenge in a can. The challenge was Riley/somber/cigarettes. As always, I own nothing.
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Stalking through the graveyard late at night, Riley Finn was not pleased. He had plastic-staked Spike not to long ago, and he was beginning to wish it had been for real.
"Look a' you. All afraid I'm hot for you' hunnie."
"You are."
"Well, yeah."
He kept thinking about what Spike had said, how Buffy needed monster in her man. He stopped short when he saw Captain Peroxide himself leaning against a mausoleum, smoking a cigarette.
Riley watched as Spike inhaled deeply. Finishing it off, he threw the smoke to the ground and, without bothering to stomp it out, walked away, all swagger and leather coat. Damn he's cool. Maybe he was right. He couldn't give her a monster, but he could be just as cool as Spike.
Noticing as the last of his pack of smokes had fallen out of the pocket of his duster, Riley snuck up and grabbed them, hoping Spike hadn't noticed anything. He pulled out a smoke and looked it for several seconds. Then, making up his mind, he put the yellow tipped end in his mouth and fumbled around his belt for a lighter of some sort.
After several seconds of trying to get the lighter to work, Riley brought the lit flame up to the end of the cigarette. This isn't so bad. I can do this. He tried inhaling deeply as he had seen Spike do. Bad idea.
Coughing and sputtering as the foreign smoke entered his lungs, Riley doubled over, feeling like he was going to die. After his 3 minute coughing attack had passed he stood up, expression somber. Looking down at the lit cigarette that he still held in his hands, he frowned. Then he turned around and kicked the nearest gravestone.
Damn Spike.
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So review, please? Thank you all for reading my fic.
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Azusa-chan