Setting – Angel S5 – AU – Takes place in resurrected Sunnydale. Just imagine Wolfram & Hart worked some mojo and restored it to its former self. Spike and Darla come across each other and things develop between them.
As they reached The Bronze he opened the door for her, letting her enter first. Following her to the bar and then sitting down on a stool, he turned to face her. Spike thought about her question for a few seconds, and then he let a smile spread across his face. He turned on his stool and called the barman over. He ordered a bottle of JD, a bottle of red wine, some champagne and a bottle of Absinthe. He paid for the drinks and turned to face Darla. Raising his eyebrows, he tilted his head to the side slightly and smiled, "A gentleman always gives a lady a choice." He turned back to the bar and picked up the tray that the barman had placed their assortment of bottles and glasses on. Smiling at her as he got up off the stool, he turned and led her over to a corner booth.
Darla smiled, amazed at Spike ordering all the drinks. She thought to herself how sweet and quite charming Spike really was. She was so surprised at herself thinking about that, that she bit her tongue when she followed him over to the corner booth.
Quickly releasing her bite on her bottom lip, she sat down and looked at all the drinks, choosing the absinth and pouring a shot glass. "Well I've never tried this stuff," she says smiling at Spike, downing it, then pulling a face while sticking her tongue out. Thinking to herself, Great! You just blew your cool and calmness. She really wanted to slap herself for choosing the absinth.
Spike watched her with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He chuckled lightly at the face she pulled. Then he shook his head with a smile on his face and poured them both a shot of JD, giving her a clean glass. He handed her the glass and raised his eyebrows, "It will take the taste away, until you get used to it." He bit back a smile, knowing that she hated the taste of the Absinthe. But he didn't want her to feel stupid just because she didn't like the taste of it. He raised his eyebrows at her, "Well, for your first time, you are doing very well. Trust me, I know!" and he smiled at her.
Darla smiled as Spike passed her over the new shot, downing it instantly, thinking she was glad this tasted a hell of a lot better than the Absinthe did.
She raised her eyebrows when he spoke, taking it in and laughing a little. "So what are you doing here yourself? I told you why I'm here, how about you?" Darla was curious, and if Dru wasn't here why would he stick around in such a dump like Sunnydale?
Spike thought about her words as he took out a cigarette, lit it and inhaled deep. He offered the packet to her as he started to speak. "Well, there was this girl. But, she's gone now, so it's not important," and he shrugged one shoulder. "Had no where else to go. Was thinking of leaving actually." He took a drag of his cigarette and looked at her, "Didn't know where I was going to go though."
Darla smiled at him as he passed the cigarette over to her, lighting it and inhaling it slowly. Letting the smoke come out slowly, taking her time. She listened to him as he talked. Still taking it all in, leaning back on the couch, crossing her legs to reveal her legs even more, should he try to steal a sly glance, which she knew he probably would.
"Well I am surprised to find you still here." She took another drag of her cigarette, taking her time before carrying on with her sentence. "True there is no where fun to go anymore. Times have changed a lot."