Title: Food and Liquor
Summary: Spike's turn to do some thinking about the past 2 days……
Spoilers: Post "As You Were"; "Hell's Bells" and "Normal Again" didn't happen and won't.
Pairing: Who do you think?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: You know the deal. Even though I wish I owned Spike, I own nothing. All belongs to Joss. I just play.
"Come on! Please?"
"I still don't get why you eat regular food, you know."
"I get in the mood for it sometimes. I'm an unusual case, you know that. Special like."
"Yeah, special ed."
"Hey! Some of the stuff tastes good! Especially dumplings and pork fried rice," Spike said, rubbing his stomach. "Yumm."
"Freak," Cecelia said, poking him in the side. "Make it vegetable fried rice and you got a deal, mister."
"Oy! Ticklish vamp, stop that," he yelped.
"Oh, stop at the liquor store. I don't feel like going out tonight."
"Want anything special?"
"Nah. Anything shot-worthy. We can pop in some episodes of 'Friends' and play a game. You know, do a shot every time Joey says 'How you doin'?' "
"'Friends'? Can't we watch something better?"
"What like 'Passions'?"
"Hey! That's high quality programming!"
Cecelia snorted. "I will not dignify that with an answer! Now go! I'm getting hungry!"
"Yes, Drill Sergeant," Spike replied with a salute and a wink. He disappeared out the door.
*****
Half an hour? Since when did it take half an hour to stuff some food in a little carton? That's it. Next time we call ahead, Spike thought as he walked across the street to the liquor store. He didn't like waiting. His mind had a tendency to wander. Mostly to Buffy, but also to everything else that's gone wrong in his life. And with the events of the past few days, his mind was basically all jumbled. He took a bottle of Jack Daniel's off the shelf and took a swig.
"Hey mister! You better pay for that!"
Spike just flipped off the cashier and kept shopping. And thinking.
Why did the Powers That Be love to torture him? His life was always a mess, ever since the 1800's, starting with that bitch Cecily. But ever since he got to Sunnydale, his life has been a living nightmare. {{grabs a bottle of Absolut and puts it in the basket}} Spike snorted and took another drink of J.D. I thought I was supposed to go to hell after I got staked, he thought.
He felt like he was caught in a bad dream that wouldn't end. Dru leaving him was a nightmare in itself. {{bottle of Kahlua}} He could finally have seen his first sunrise in over 120 years with the Gem of Amara, but no. {{bottle of red wine, Manischewiz}} He got captured by the Initiative and got that goddman chip in put in his head. {{bottle of Tequila}} Then there's Buffy. He's supposed to kill her (which he failed at), not love her. She dies. She comes back. She shows him some sort of affection and then rips it away. {{bottle of Bailey's Irish Crème}} Time and time again she insists that she despises him and wants him gone. They get in yet another fight, and he finally gets the balls to leave. {{bottle of Southern Comfort}} And what happens? She comes to fucking LA. Why?
He finished off the bottle of J.D. with one long swallow. Spike finally came to the conclusion that she was here to see the poof. He had no other explanation for why she would be here. Cecelia insisted that she was here for him, but Spike would hear none of it.
Next stop: Denial City, Population: Spike. Didn't want to get his hopes up.
He sighed and headed over to the cashier. Great. He worked himself up into a nice bad mood now. Well, at least he had plenty of alcohol. He grabbed some limes and whipped cream from the refrigerator in the front.
"Two packs of Winstons. And yes, I'm paying for this," he said, dropping the empty bottle on floor, breaking it.
"Asshole," the cashier mumbled. Spike just growled. He paid and left the store. Time to go pick up the food so he could finally go home and get thoroughly intoxicated.
*****
"Luv, I'm back," he called out when he got home.
"We're in the living room," came the reply.
"Tonight I'm going to teach you how to do a Blowjob right and proper," he said, unpacking everything on the dining room table. "Got all the right ingredients."
He grabbed the bottle of wine and headed towards the living room. "I bought a bottle of wine for dinner. Manischewiz. It's sweet, so I thought you'd like it. They had it in white and red, but I picked the red, of course. Almost blood like." He paused for a second. "Wait… did you say 'we'? Please tell me you didn't pick up another stray cat. You know how those things hate me."
He heard Cecelia laugh. "No it's not a stray cat."
"Good! My unlife is safe and sound," he said with a grin, entering the living room.
His smile faded as he saw who was there. The bottle slipped out of his hand and crashed to the floor.
"William, we have company," Cecelia said.
End Part 9
TBC
* Hmmm… I wonder who it is… LOL ; - ) *
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