A/N: Welcome to Carcinogen, a Spike/ Julia drabble challenge for the 30Romances community of LJ. To those who have read other works of mine, welcome back! And to those of you who haven't, I hope you enjoy!
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Entry #1: Cold Hands – Handshake
Spike leaned back into his chair, away from the haze of the smoke of the bar. With a warm glass of rum in one hand and a dying cigarette in the other, he had come to one very important conclusion:
He was tired.
He was tired of hanging around in this seedy bar after every single hit, waiting for Vicious to finish up with whatever girl he was with. He was tired of the warm booze that pressed itself seductively against the back of his throat. He was tired of the jazz music that sagged and slunk its way through the air, crawling, clawing, and gasping in his ear. But, most of all, he was tired of the hot women; vixens who eyes his shoulders, his gun, and his wallet. They slipped and enveloped around him like flames, their heat licking and burning his skin.
Regardless, he had promised he'd meet Vicious here. Vicious wasn't tired of the booze, jazz, or women. He wasn't tired of gun smoke or one-night stands.
But then again, he had changed a little. Vicious had mentioned he was bringing a girl with him tonight. Julia, he was the name. Spike was skeptical, and so, he waited.
It was when Vicious tapped his shoulder six minutes later that his skepticism turned into full-fledged surprise. She was a flash of gold, this Julia. At first glance she was gorgeous, but as Spike peered up into her face, he began to notice little things: light freckles, sharp nose, deep voice. He was glad Vicious had chosen her; she definitely was too classy to be his own type.
He had almost written her off, but it was her handshake that won him over: a firm, cold grasp that kept him from falling in that hot, tired bar.
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