"What the fuck did you do?" Lindsey's eyes were wide; his hand running through his disheveled hair and eyeing Angel's now very smashed
Spike shrugged, looking at Lindsey with an 'I could care less' look. Leaning against the side and pulling out a cigarette, he searched his pockets for a lighter and finding none. He leaned over the torn roof and pulling out the dashboard lighter. "He's got plenty more."
Lindsey blinked and swatted the cigarette out of Spike's mouth. "This was his favorite and you know he's gonna go apeshit over it. And it'll somehow end up my fault." He hissed, his eyes narrowing a second before Spike shoved him hard up against the near wall. "Get off me."
Smirking, Spike shoved him against the wall again. "He likes you a might better then me anyway, mate. It's been a while since the two of you have had a rough 'n tumble…"
With a grunt Lindsey tried to pull Spike off of him without any success. "Shut up." He found himself protesting…but not denying Spike's words.
The elevator door's opened and Angel stepped out. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the two arguing in front of his car, his eyes zeroing in on the damage. "Alright. Who's paying for this?"