---------------The Bad and the Hopeless Chapter 6!!!!
Disclaimer: What's a disclaimer anyway? Duh. You must know by now I don't own anyone.
Author's Notes: What do you get when you add three shifty vampires and a drunken 250-year-old man? Well why don't you find out?
Dedication: To Rebecca, who is always trying to convince me that dance music is good. Alas, Becca, you failed.
Spike sat in his chair. he had his head down in a disgraced manner, and Angel was standing above him.
"Stealing! I didn't think you would stoop as low as that, Spike- why didn't you just come back and ask for more money?"
Spike got up and glared into his grandsire's face. "You told me to tail the boy, and I did. I stuck next to him. I wasn't about to leave him, was I? It's not my
fault your kid gets kicks out of nicking booze."
Angel glared back. "Why didn't you force him to leave with you?"
Spike rolled his eyes and stuck his arm through Angel's chest. "Oh, yeah. I'm so forceful."
If Angel's face contained any blood it would have flushed. "Well, okay... I suppose we did return what he took. And you *were* doing what I told you to.
There's just one thing I weant to clear up."
Spike turned his head. "What's that?"
Angel chuckled. "I accuse you of enjoying yourself."
Spike grinned. "Guilty. It reminded me of old times, you know?"
Angel nodded. "God help me, it reminds me of old times."
*********
Liam raised the bottle in greeting as Wesley entered the guest suite. "Howdy, my man."
The Irishman had found himself another passion; old, black-and-white cowboy films. And the guest suites of Wolfram and Hart had an endless supply of the Westerns.
Wesley frowned at him. The young man had drunken himself into a stupor, again.
"Liam, Angel wants to see you. I think you should go."
Liam grinned, showing off his teeth. "If this is about las' night, I already told him I was sorry an' everything...."
Wesley shook his head. "No, he wants to see you about something else. Now go, I have important things to do, and I don't have time to play the messenger."
Liam wolf-whistled cheekily, and sauntered out.
Angel peered over the report he had been reading to see his younger self standing casually in front of the desk.
"Wasssup, brother?" Liam boomed, using one of his favourite Gunn-sayings.
Oh great, thought Angel. He's happy-drunk.
"Liam.... Spike said he would take you out again tonight if you wanted." Angel looked at him cautiously.
"'Kay." said Liam in reply.
Really, he was like a petulant child when stoned. "Is that all you can say?" Angel demanded.
Liam raised an eyebrow. "It's not like he's risking his *life* for me, is it?"
Angel couldn't help but grin. He really was a sharp lad.
"Well, no. but you should at least be grateful that i'm letting you go out, after last night."
Liam swayed on his feet. "Ye sound like me dad."
The peroxide-blonde vampire kicked the blood and alcohol stained table. As predicted, his foot went straight through.
Liam staggered back to where they were sitting. "You know why I feel sorry for you?" he declared to Spike.
Spike watched him as he plonked himself down and started to drink the glass he had been holding. "what's that then?"
"You can't drink! Ha!" Liam glugged the liquid down.
Spike was automatically drawn to the sight of those three vampires in the corner. They were at it again. We really, really shouldn't keep coming in here, thought Spike.
Suddenly, the three vamps moved over, quick as lightning, and grabbed Liam, knocking him out.
"Hey!" Spike tried to grab the leader. Damn, why can't I concentrate when in panic? He asked himself fleetingly before the two vampires holding Liam disappeared.
The remaining vampire sneered at the ghost. "Watcha gonna do? Kill me?"
Then he followed his compainions, leaving Spike alone.
Disclaimer: What's a disclaimer anyway? Duh. You must know by now I don't own anyone.
Author's Notes: What do you get when you add three shifty vampires and a drunken 250-year-old man? Well why don't you find out?
Dedication: To Rebecca, who is always trying to convince me that dance music is good. Alas, Becca, you failed.
Spike sat in his chair. he had his head down in a disgraced manner, and Angel was standing above him.
"Stealing! I didn't think you would stoop as low as that, Spike- why didn't you just come back and ask for more money?"
Spike got up and glared into his grandsire's face. "You told me to tail the boy, and I did. I stuck next to him. I wasn't about to leave him, was I? It's not my
fault your kid gets kicks out of nicking booze."
Angel glared back. "Why didn't you force him to leave with you?"
Spike rolled his eyes and stuck his arm through Angel's chest. "Oh, yeah. I'm so forceful."
If Angel's face contained any blood it would have flushed. "Well, okay... I suppose we did return what he took. And you *were* doing what I told you to.
There's just one thing I weant to clear up."
Spike turned his head. "What's that?"
Angel chuckled. "I accuse you of enjoying yourself."
Spike grinned. "Guilty. It reminded me of old times, you know?"
Angel nodded. "God help me, it reminds me of old times."
*********
Liam raised the bottle in greeting as Wesley entered the guest suite. "Howdy, my man."
The Irishman had found himself another passion; old, black-and-white cowboy films. And the guest suites of Wolfram and Hart had an endless supply of the Westerns.
Wesley frowned at him. The young man had drunken himself into a stupor, again.
"Liam, Angel wants to see you. I think you should go."
Liam grinned, showing off his teeth. "If this is about las' night, I already told him I was sorry an' everything...."
Wesley shook his head. "No, he wants to see you about something else. Now go, I have important things to do, and I don't have time to play the messenger."
Liam wolf-whistled cheekily, and sauntered out.
Angel peered over the report he had been reading to see his younger self standing casually in front of the desk.
"Wasssup, brother?" Liam boomed, using one of his favourite Gunn-sayings.
Oh great, thought Angel. He's happy-drunk.
"Liam.... Spike said he would take you out again tonight if you wanted." Angel looked at him cautiously.
"'Kay." said Liam in reply.
Really, he was like a petulant child when stoned. "Is that all you can say?" Angel demanded.
Liam raised an eyebrow. "It's not like he's risking his *life* for me, is it?"
Angel couldn't help but grin. He really was a sharp lad.
"Well, no. but you should at least be grateful that i'm letting you go out, after last night."
Liam swayed on his feet. "Ye sound like me dad."
The peroxide-blonde vampire kicked the blood and alcohol stained table. As predicted, his foot went straight through.
Liam staggered back to where they were sitting. "You know why I feel sorry for you?" he declared to Spike.
Spike watched him as he plonked himself down and started to drink the glass he had been holding. "what's that then?"
"You can't drink! Ha!" Liam glugged the liquid down.
Spike was automatically drawn to the sight of those three vampires in the corner. They were at it again. We really, really shouldn't keep coming in here, thought Spike.
Suddenly, the three vamps moved over, quick as lightning, and grabbed Liam, knocking him out.
"Hey!" Spike tried to grab the leader. Damn, why can't I concentrate when in panic? He asked himself fleetingly before the two vampires holding Liam disappeared.
The remaining vampire sneered at the ghost. "Watcha gonna do? Kill me?"
Then he followed his compainions, leaving Spike alone.