LAURA
So Andrew made excited noises about seeing Spike again. Jonathan pretended to be excited but he was kind of confused about the whole thing. Spike was evil. He nearly killed Boba Fett, almost.
"It's Spike!" Andrew insisted as they went with Chrissy to go see the bleached one himself. "Do you know how cool he is? This one time he let me ride with him on his motorcycle."
"He let you ride his motorcycle?" Chrissy asked. "Oh that's...nice, that's very nice."
Jonathan grumbled something about Spike and his well-honed pectorals and why Andrew liked him.
"What?" Andrew said.
"Nothing, nothing. So where was this guy again?"
"His name is William the Bloody! Called Spike by his close friends!" Andrew told him harshly.
"So now you're his 'close friend'?" Jonathan challenged. Chrissy rolled her eyes.
"I'm allowed to have other friends!"
"Gee, and here I though you killed them all," Jonathan mumbled.
"I'm gonna kill you again soon, you little-"
"Spike!" said Chrissy as they found him.
CAITLIN
"Sod off." Spike pulled out a cigarette.
"Screw you Spike. Look it's Andrew and Jonathan! Andrew's a great documentarian, and isn't Jonathan just the cutest thing?" Chrissy said.
"S'pose." Spike held his hand out to look at his chipped nail polish.
Jonathan blushed at all the attention.
"...Anyway, onto more important matters." Andrew intervened with a suspicious look on his face.
"You're hot, too." Jonathan looked away.
"What!?!" Chrissy, Spike and Andrew all yelled in harmony.
"Nothing."
"Damn straight nothing. You better not..." Spike kept going, but it's all just incoherent gibberish.
"ANYWAY," Chrissy broke the tension. Then they heard a rustle in the bushes nearby. "Maybe we should move this to a safer location."
CHRISSY
"Angel!"
"Damn you and your lurking angel!" Spike yelled.
"Yeah well what can I say."
"Hey there Angel!" Andrew said.
"Oh what's up?"
"Who are you?" Jono asked confused.
"Well I'm Angel you don't know me?"
"Nope"
"Come on really you don't know me?"
"Oh wait you where that creepy old man at prom right?"
"Old guy!"
So Andrew made excited noises about seeing Spike again. Jonathan pretended to be excited but he was kind of confused about the whole thing. Spike was evil. He nearly killed Boba Fett, almost.
"It's Spike!" Andrew insisted as they went with Chrissy to go see the bleached one himself. "Do you know how cool he is? This one time he let me ride with him on his motorcycle."
"He let you ride his motorcycle?" Chrissy asked. "Oh that's...nice, that's very nice."
Jonathan grumbled something about Spike and his well-honed pectorals and why Andrew liked him.
"What?" Andrew said.
"Nothing, nothing. So where was this guy again?"
"His name is William the Bloody! Called Spike by his close friends!" Andrew told him harshly.
"So now you're his 'close friend'?" Jonathan challenged. Chrissy rolled her eyes.
"I'm allowed to have other friends!"
"Gee, and here I though you killed them all," Jonathan mumbled.
"I'm gonna kill you again soon, you little-"
"Spike!" said Chrissy as they found him.
CAITLIN
"Sod off." Spike pulled out a cigarette.
"Screw you Spike. Look it's Andrew and Jonathan! Andrew's a great documentarian, and isn't Jonathan just the cutest thing?" Chrissy said.
"S'pose." Spike held his hand out to look at his chipped nail polish.
Jonathan blushed at all the attention.
"...Anyway, onto more important matters." Andrew intervened with a suspicious look on his face.
"You're hot, too." Jonathan looked away.
"What!?!" Chrissy, Spike and Andrew all yelled in harmony.
"Nothing."
"Damn straight nothing. You better not..." Spike kept going, but it's all just incoherent gibberish.
"ANYWAY," Chrissy broke the tension. Then they heard a rustle in the bushes nearby. "Maybe we should move this to a safer location."
CHRISSY
"Angel!"
"Damn you and your lurking angel!" Spike yelled.
"Yeah well what can I say."
"Hey there Angel!" Andrew said.
"Oh what's up?"
"Who are you?" Jono asked confused.
"Well I'm Angel you don't know me?"
"Nope"
"Come on really you don't know me?"
"Oh wait you where that creepy old man at prom right?"
"Old guy!"