A/N: Ok, I've just started going to the Challenge in a can site ) and I've wrote loads of little stories in like 10 minutes each and I thought I'd post them. Please review and if you'd like me to continue let me know!
Disclaimer - I don't own anything, Joss owns all
rating - pg-13
Spoilers - nothing really
Challenge - Spike, giddy, bag
Spike was in a good mood, a really good mood. He had a plan, again, but this time he'd actually decided to follow it through and it was a good plan, and very rewarding.
He poked his head in through the open window and looked around, the room was empty. Slinging the bag that was around his shoulder into the room he carefully slipped in through the wndow, closing it behind him. He once again picked up the bag and made his way through the Hyperion, trying to work out which one was Angel's room.
He had seen them all leave from his spying spot in his car which was safely parked around the corner, just incase any of the Sunnydale crew had noticed it.
He paused outside an open room, and there was a desk with a bottle of hair gel on it, this had to be Angel's room. He walked in and sure enough all of Angel's other hair supplies were in there.
A couple of minutes later and he was rifling through the wardrobe and he had had a good laugh at some of Angel's clothes, what had happened to his fashion sense? He remembered Angelus, now there was a man who knew how to dress, he paused briefly, remembering exactly how Angelus had looked wearing those leather trousers.
He shook himself and got back to work. He walked over to the bed where he had placed his bag earlier and reached inside and pulled out a tube of super glue. He carefully unscrewed the top and walked over to the dressing table.
Picking up Angel's hair gel he walked to the bathroom and squeezed half of it out into the sink, then washed it away with the water from the taps. Picking the hair gel up and closing the door behind him he went back to his superglue and filled the tube up to the amount that had originally been in there. He screwed the cap back on a shook the bottle of hair gel before placing it back on the dressing table, that would teach Angel for buying so much of that nancy boy hair gel when he realised tommorrow that he couldn't get it out of his hair.
Walking back over to his bag he grabbed all of Angel's trousers, except for the leather ones and stuffed them into the bag before hopping out of the window. Hey, he was doing Angel a favour was he not? At least he would have some decent fashion sense for one day, before he went out and bought some new trousers.
Spike sauntered down the street and rifled through Angel's wallet, which he had grabbed from the bedside table before leaving.
$200, not bad for a night's work, Spike grinned giddily before strolling around the corner to the nearest pub.