---------------The Bad and the Hopeless Chapter 5!!!!!
Disclaimer: I od ton nwo Legna ro yna fo sih sdneirf. Goddit?
Author's Notes:I'm finally getting into a plot, people. The Fang Gang are trying to adjust to
having an eighteenth century boozer around, and Liam makes friends with a certain hair dye-happy
vamp......
Thanks Carla, star reviewer, this is for you. You wanted Liam/Spike bondings, you get Liam/Spike bondings.
P.S: Do you have off-licences in America? I'll just say you have, shall I? I can't be bothered to think about it or ask anyone.------------
Wesley walked out of the off-licence. He was carrying two bags full of Irish whisky, and they were heavy.
It had been two weeks since Liam O'Connor's arrival at Wolfram and Hart and the liquor seemed to be the Irishman's equivalent
to Angel's blood i.e. the centre of his diet. Wesley lugged the bags back to the L.A law firm and dropped them in the lobby.
Eve looked up from the desk. "You want these dropping off somewhere?" she enquired in her dullset tone.
"Guest.....suite..... number six, please..." Wesley wheezed. He stood for a moment, regained his breath and walked briskly in the direction of Angel's
office as an unlucky employee stepped forward to take the alcohol to its destination.
**********************
"Liam is drinking us out of house and home, Angel!" Wesley moaned to the vampire sitting in front of him. "And it's costing me, too, having to go out all the time.
Why is it always me?"
Angel shrugged. He supposed it was a bit unfair on the Englishman, but he was still sore about losing Connor.
"Fine. I'll talk to him, if you really want. I told you he's a guest, and guests are always first, right?"
Wesley frowned. "If you ask me, he's taking his role as the guest a little far. I'm going out at all hours to buy him drink, Angel, and it's getting on my nerves."
"Send him in," said Angel finally. "I'll talk to him."
Wesley left the room and came back five minutes later with a surly-looking young man.
"I'll go then, shall I?" he asked mildly, and was gone without waiting for a reply.
Angel started to rise from his desk. "Liam, I have to talk to you about your drinking habits..."
Liam looked up, startled. "Me drinking habits? Wha drinking habits?"
Angel pointed to the empty bottle Liam was clutching to and the stain on his white shirt as silent proof.
Liam blushed. "All right, so I like my whisky, but whassit to you anyway?" he slurred pointedly, referring to the fact that he was, in fact,
a younger version of Angel.
"What's it to me? Well, you've been sending my workers out to fetch you booze and they have better things to do!"
"I would do it myself," Liam glowered. "But I can't, can I? You won't let me."
It was true. the ensouled vampire had forbidden the boy to leave the building.
"That's for your own safety, Liam. Who knows what could be waiting to take you and sacrifice you. I mean, your being here is a bit strange.
homocidal demons are bound to take advantage of that."
The former Scourge of Europe shuddered.
Liam picked up Angel's nameplate and played with it so it flashed in the electric light. They had educated him in the simple modern things, such as electricty
and cars already, and he was trying to be used to them.
"I would be safer if I had someone with me." he liked drinking alone, but then he liked drinking in general more. If he couldn't have the sweet, sweet liquor on his own, then
sharing the experience with another soul was a small price to pay.
Angel considered this. "Come off it, Liam. What self-respecting person would want to go down bars with you and watch you get drunk??"
*********
Spike groaned as his human charge tugged on his shoulder. "Come on, Spike. I like the sound of that pub, 'The Celtic Cross'." Liam pleaded with the ghost.
Spike concentrated for a second then pulled him back. "No bloody way, Angel Version 4.0. That's a demon bar, that is. You'll be screaming Hail Mary's at them and you're not exactly as
flexible as me."
Liam pouted. "I'll be good, and not say anything about Angel or the eighteenth century.... please?"
Spike looked at the man, a replica of his eternal in front of the the counter and looked unflinchingly at the blue,
horned and befanged demon wiping a glass that had contained what looked like purple blood.
He stared into the red eyes and tried to pretend this was natural for him, but his insides were screaming 'Death! bad! Run Away!!!'
"can I help you, sir?" asked the bartender. "Guts, blood, Turkish Cocktail?"
Liam had already been informed by Spike that these cocktails were actually made out of Turks.
So, instead of ordering one of the more-exotic- drinks on display, he said the line that he had been rehersing in his head.
"Do you sell any ordinary, common-or-garden alcohol here? I feel like a touch of the human stuff to wet my whistle, you know?" Well, it had sounded good to him.
To his immense relief, the bartender nodded. "Aye, blood's just not the same these days, is it? Nothing to get you hammered like a drop of Irish Whisky..."
Liam nodded vigorously. He had found a kindred spirit, soul or not.
Several whisky decanters later, and Liam was being *very* friendly with the other customers at The Celtic Cross. He was, in fact, dancing on the table.
To him, it felt just like home and his mates at the Dog and Duck. Well, with added fangs. Spike, in spite of himself, was actually enjoying the evening.
He had almost grown fond of his young charge. he liked the boy's spirit, which was so different to Angel's. Liam was reckless, made fun of himself, and, dammit, he even
got pissed well. Spike had a fleeting thought as to whether Liam smoked. He would quite relish seeing Angel's face as he watched his Mini-Me suck on a tab.
Liam, too, liked the blond vampire. he was sarcastic and pessimistic, and didn't seem to care much about rules or regulations. He was a free bird, and so was Liam.
Without knowing it, they were becoming friends.
*********
There was a suspicious noise from the corner of the bar. Spike turned around and saw the three vampires in deep conversation. They weren't fussed about showing their 'game faces'
and the way they kept sneaking glances at Liam worried him. sudennly one got up and walked over to him.
"You." The vampire said.
Spike eyed him. "Me? Or have you got an invisible friend called Yuri?"
The vampire put his hand out to grab Spike and was surprised when it went straight through him. "yes, you, you stupid ponce. That kid you came with. We reckon he isn't a demon."
"Well," Spike said, adding malice with every word, carefully, "what you reckon doesn't really matter to me. Diud you really think it did?"
the vampire snarled.
"What are you going to do with me? *Kill* me?" there was laughter in Spike's voice.
"No-" The vamp hesitated. "but we'll kill your friend."
Spike stood up sharply and glided quickly to the middle of the bar where he tapped Liam as hard as he could manage.
"Let's go, Liam. Now."
The Irishman heard the force of Spike's voice and, despite his drunken state, followed the ghost out of the bar.
"Why did we have to leave?" he whined when they had reached the cold, refreshing air of the L.A. street.
Spike rolled his eyes as he made his way back to wolfram and Hart. "I just saved your arse, boy. Thank me later."
"Thanks. but I'm not nearly drunk enough." The human giggled. "Say, have you got any money on you for a beer?"
Spike swallowed the snort of pleasure that had risen in his throat at the sound of Angel (looked like Angel, sounded like him) gagging for
alcohol. "No, Liam. I don't have any money. Let's just go home."
Liam stopped. "Do they have elet- electrical security things in shops now?" he said innocently.
Spike turned and looked at the boy (so much like his grandsire!). "Do you mean what I think you mean??"
There's nothing more dignity destroying than waiting outside a liquor store while someone else steals the goods, Spike thought as he tried to lean against a brick wall. Minutes later,
Liam strolled round the corner, whistling. He was carrying two massive bottles.
"Ah got one for ye, mate." He offered a bottle to the vampire.
"Nah, I don't really drink, Liam m'boy." Spike shoved his hand through his chest to demonstrate.
Liam shrugged and ripped the top off, and tipped the liquid down his throat hungrily.
Oh great, Spike thought. He'll be singing all the way home.
------------------------------ wWW. REVIEW .COM .ORG!!!!!!!!
And I mean it, man.
P.S. Please give me some feedback 'cos it's 20:17, bloody cold and snowy, I'm listening to Green Day and Angel's on soon...
Also: someone told me that Spike becomes corporeal in Tonight's episode, but I like him as a ghost so a ghost he will stay.
Wow, I love this song. Might even make a fic about it. Anyway, ciao,
Elionwy xXx
Disclaimer: I od ton nwo Legna ro yna fo sih sdneirf. Goddit?
Author's Notes:I'm finally getting into a plot, people. The Fang Gang are trying to adjust to
having an eighteenth century boozer around, and Liam makes friends with a certain hair dye-happy
vamp......
Thanks Carla, star reviewer, this is for you. You wanted Liam/Spike bondings, you get Liam/Spike bondings.
P.S: Do you have off-licences in America? I'll just say you have, shall I? I can't be bothered to think about it or ask anyone.------------
Wesley walked out of the off-licence. He was carrying two bags full of Irish whisky, and they were heavy.
It had been two weeks since Liam O'Connor's arrival at Wolfram and Hart and the liquor seemed to be the Irishman's equivalent
to Angel's blood i.e. the centre of his diet. Wesley lugged the bags back to the L.A law firm and dropped them in the lobby.
Eve looked up from the desk. "You want these dropping off somewhere?" she enquired in her dullset tone.
"Guest.....suite..... number six, please..." Wesley wheezed. He stood for a moment, regained his breath and walked briskly in the direction of Angel's
office as an unlucky employee stepped forward to take the alcohol to its destination.
**********************
"Liam is drinking us out of house and home, Angel!" Wesley moaned to the vampire sitting in front of him. "And it's costing me, too, having to go out all the time.
Why is it always me?"
Angel shrugged. He supposed it was a bit unfair on the Englishman, but he was still sore about losing Connor.
"Fine. I'll talk to him, if you really want. I told you he's a guest, and guests are always first, right?"
Wesley frowned. "If you ask me, he's taking his role as the guest a little far. I'm going out at all hours to buy him drink, Angel, and it's getting on my nerves."
"Send him in," said Angel finally. "I'll talk to him."
Wesley left the room and came back five minutes later with a surly-looking young man.
"I'll go then, shall I?" he asked mildly, and was gone without waiting for a reply.
Angel started to rise from his desk. "Liam, I have to talk to you about your drinking habits..."
Liam looked up, startled. "Me drinking habits? Wha drinking habits?"
Angel pointed to the empty bottle Liam was clutching to and the stain on his white shirt as silent proof.
Liam blushed. "All right, so I like my whisky, but whassit to you anyway?" he slurred pointedly, referring to the fact that he was, in fact,
a younger version of Angel.
"What's it to me? Well, you've been sending my workers out to fetch you booze and they have better things to do!"
"I would do it myself," Liam glowered. "But I can't, can I? You won't let me."
It was true. the ensouled vampire had forbidden the boy to leave the building.
"That's for your own safety, Liam. Who knows what could be waiting to take you and sacrifice you. I mean, your being here is a bit strange.
homocidal demons are bound to take advantage of that."
The former Scourge of Europe shuddered.
Liam picked up Angel's nameplate and played with it so it flashed in the electric light. They had educated him in the simple modern things, such as electricty
and cars already, and he was trying to be used to them.
"I would be safer if I had someone with me." he liked drinking alone, but then he liked drinking in general more. If he couldn't have the sweet, sweet liquor on his own, then
sharing the experience with another soul was a small price to pay.
Angel considered this. "Come off it, Liam. What self-respecting person would want to go down bars with you and watch you get drunk??"
*********
Spike groaned as his human charge tugged on his shoulder. "Come on, Spike. I like the sound of that pub, 'The Celtic Cross'." Liam pleaded with the ghost.
Spike concentrated for a second then pulled him back. "No bloody way, Angel Version 4.0. That's a demon bar, that is. You'll be screaming Hail Mary's at them and you're not exactly as
flexible as me."
Liam pouted. "I'll be good, and not say anything about Angel or the eighteenth century.... please?"
Spike looked at the man, a replica of his eternal in front of the the counter and looked unflinchingly at the blue,
horned and befanged demon wiping a glass that had contained what looked like purple blood.
He stared into the red eyes and tried to pretend this was natural for him, but his insides were screaming 'Death! bad! Run Away!!!'
"can I help you, sir?" asked the bartender. "Guts, blood, Turkish Cocktail?"
Liam had already been informed by Spike that these cocktails were actually made out of Turks.
So, instead of ordering one of the more-exotic- drinks on display, he said the line that he had been rehersing in his head.
"Do you sell any ordinary, common-or-garden alcohol here? I feel like a touch of the human stuff to wet my whistle, you know?" Well, it had sounded good to him.
To his immense relief, the bartender nodded. "Aye, blood's just not the same these days, is it? Nothing to get you hammered like a drop of Irish Whisky..."
Liam nodded vigorously. He had found a kindred spirit, soul or not.
Several whisky decanters later, and Liam was being *very* friendly with the other customers at The Celtic Cross. He was, in fact, dancing on the table.
To him, it felt just like home and his mates at the Dog and Duck. Well, with added fangs. Spike, in spite of himself, was actually enjoying the evening.
He had almost grown fond of his young charge. he liked the boy's spirit, which was so different to Angel's. Liam was reckless, made fun of himself, and, dammit, he even
got pissed well. Spike had a fleeting thought as to whether Liam smoked. He would quite relish seeing Angel's face as he watched his Mini-Me suck on a tab.
Liam, too, liked the blond vampire. he was sarcastic and pessimistic, and didn't seem to care much about rules or regulations. He was a free bird, and so was Liam.
Without knowing it, they were becoming friends.
*********
There was a suspicious noise from the corner of the bar. Spike turned around and saw the three vampires in deep conversation. They weren't fussed about showing their 'game faces'
and the way they kept sneaking glances at Liam worried him. sudennly one got up and walked over to him.
"You." The vampire said.
Spike eyed him. "Me? Or have you got an invisible friend called Yuri?"
The vampire put his hand out to grab Spike and was surprised when it went straight through him. "yes, you, you stupid ponce. That kid you came with. We reckon he isn't a demon."
"Well," Spike said, adding malice with every word, carefully, "what you reckon doesn't really matter to me. Diud you really think it did?"
the vampire snarled.
"What are you going to do with me? *Kill* me?" there was laughter in Spike's voice.
"No-" The vamp hesitated. "but we'll kill your friend."
Spike stood up sharply and glided quickly to the middle of the bar where he tapped Liam as hard as he could manage.
"Let's go, Liam. Now."
The Irishman heard the force of Spike's voice and, despite his drunken state, followed the ghost out of the bar.
"Why did we have to leave?" he whined when they had reached the cold, refreshing air of the L.A. street.
Spike rolled his eyes as he made his way back to wolfram and Hart. "I just saved your arse, boy. Thank me later."
"Thanks. but I'm not nearly drunk enough." The human giggled. "Say, have you got any money on you for a beer?"
Spike swallowed the snort of pleasure that had risen in his throat at the sound of Angel (looked like Angel, sounded like him) gagging for
alcohol. "No, Liam. I don't have any money. Let's just go home."
Liam stopped. "Do they have elet- electrical security things in shops now?" he said innocently.
Spike turned and looked at the boy (so much like his grandsire!). "Do you mean what I think you mean??"
There's nothing more dignity destroying than waiting outside a liquor store while someone else steals the goods, Spike thought as he tried to lean against a brick wall. Minutes later,
Liam strolled round the corner, whistling. He was carrying two massive bottles.
"Ah got one for ye, mate." He offered a bottle to the vampire.
"Nah, I don't really drink, Liam m'boy." Spike shoved his hand through his chest to demonstrate.
Liam shrugged and ripped the top off, and tipped the liquid down his throat hungrily.
Oh great, Spike thought. He'll be singing all the way home.
------------------------------ wWW. REVIEW .COM .ORG!!!!!!!!
And I mean it, man.
P.S. Please give me some feedback 'cos it's 20:17, bloody cold and snowy, I'm listening to Green Day and Angel's on soon...
Also: someone told me that Spike becomes corporeal in Tonight's episode, but I like him as a ghost so a ghost he will stay.
Wow, I love this song. Might even make a fic about it. Anyway, ciao,
Elionwy xXx