And yes, I'm fully aware that this is cringe worthy bad fic.
Chapter Four
'Hey Spike', yelled out a rather friendly Trailorx demon who waved a hand and a left tentacle in greeting.
'Hey, Barney,' Spike replied. He sat down and nodded to the others who nodded in return, waiting to be dealt their cards. Cards flew and heads nodded. 'So, Barney, how's the litter doing?'
Barney, his three rows of teeth showing, beamed happily. 'Great, Spike, great. Had ten in all in this bunch and the Misses hasn't had to eat any of them. Couldn't be happier.'
Spike looked over his cards, tossing out two and picking up what was dealt back in return. 'That's great to hear, mate. Congrats.'
'Thanks, Spike. And hey, hear congratulations are in order for you as well!'
There was a slightly alarmed look on Spike's face and a shuffle lower in his chair, quickly tilting his cards back up when he realised his neighbour was trying to sneak a peak. He went for a rather weak, 'Huh?' in reply.
The wanna be cheating neighbour piped up, and with two mouths that was a lot of noise. 'Yeah, Spike, heard on the grapevine that you've been knocked up.' There was a loud bark of laughter while the others stayed quiet and stared intently at their cards. 'So who's the father, Spikey? Who gave you one and stuck a blood sucking bun in the oven?'
Spike grinned and slowly laid his cards down on the table. The other three players as if pulled by strings quickly dragged their chairs backwards. 'Yeah, Spi…' With almost a graceful move Spike had a clutch of hair in his hand and two-mouths had a double dose of table to become familiar with as he took a nose dive. Spike leaned in closely down to ear level.
'It's Spike, not Spikey. Remember that mate, cause it kind of annoys me when people get the name wrong. Oh, and the father? That'll be Angelus. Your CEO. You wanna go laugh at him as well?' Spike paused and leaned in even closer. 'What was that? A no? Sorry, couldn't tell over your blubbering.'
Spike bangedit's forehead down one more time, chips jumping on the table and cards flying. He dragged the demon back up, letting go and tapping him on the cheek while it blinked in fear, tears mixing in with the blood that was seeping out of it's nose. Spike tutted and continued to smile. 'See, look what a mess you've gone and made with the table. So, boys, how about we re-deal the hand and keep on playing, yeah? Only had a lousy pair anyway,' Spike laughed as everyone quickly put the table to rights again, laughing nervously along.
The others drank quite a few bottles of booze that night as Spike slowly sipped his blood and made jokes that the others made sure to laugh at. Unsurprisingly Spike also had a rather good lucky streak, going home with the share of the winnings.
Yes, Spike thought, pregnancy hormones could come in damn useful, especially when they were vampire hormones.