Disclaimer-Spike is Joss's; the Feegles are Terry's. Me, I've got nothing.
No Laird
RhiannonAmaris
"So…" Spike had calmed down now. They didn't seem to be a threat to the Bit or trying to end the world. He'd put on a Pogues album and after they'd stopped arguing about it they seemed to like it. "What the hell are you lot anyway?"
"We-" The one who seemed to be named Hamish drew himself up. "Are the Nac Mac Feegle. The Wee Free Men! No Laird! No King! No Quein! We willna be fooled agin!" The others had joined in the chant. It was obviously some sort of rallying cry of theirs.
Spike poured out another round. "So who was it that fooled you the first time then mates?"
There was a seven-months-along pause and Long Billy, who was thinner than the rest and half an inch taller spoke after Hamish nodded. "We served a Queen and stole at her bidding. We came to think we shouldna be stealing a mon's last pig or only coo. So we rebelled and will bow to no master any longer. She banished us from her lands and would do worse if she could."
"Aye and it weren't at all cause we were pished." Piped up the same voice that had mentioned Dawn. The other Feegles glared at him. "This was one a those times I shoulda kept me daft mouth shut, aye?"
"Aye Angus." They chorused.
Spike laughed. "Hardly sounds like anyplace worth being in really." He sipped his whiskey. "So you steal then."
"Aye an' fight an' drink. A Feegle can fight anythin', drink anythin' an' git in an' out of anywhere." Medium Sized Jock bragged.
"Weel, we have a wee bitty bit a trouble leavin' pubs."
