bloodandnicotine: (Spikeserious)
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The one nice thing about being back in the U fucking K is that sunshine is rarely an issue. And since this is Scotland, Mecca to every golfing tourist with more money than taste, exceedingly large souvenir umbrellas are widely available. Handy, that, because Spike's packing had consisted of a wad of cash in one pocket and a fake ID in the other.

Other things Scotland isn't short of include decent whiskey, like the fifth of Laphroig currently making his day bearable, and a packet of proper Silk Cuts.

Unfortunately Scotland also seems to have a really unreasonable amount of plants that bite back. He is in what passes for cover around these parts, less a tree and more a collection of pokey bits, watching a castle which isn't doing much of anything, as castles often don't. He lights one cigarette from the coal of the last and pinches it out, lest he ignite the sodding gorse, or heather, or whatever it is called. Spike likes cities, where stakeouts generally feature a roof.

But Scotland also has one Slayer surplus to requirements at the moment. Until Beth walks out of those gates, Spike is stuck.

Date: 2009-08-10 03:49 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (look aside)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Someone's walking out of those gates. It isn't Beth.

Said someone is walking right up to Spike's cover.

"Hey," says Andrew, a little tiredly.

Date: 2009-08-10 04:09 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (pensive)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
He doesn't have to ask who.

"Yeah," he says, taking the bottle; it's a bit early in the day for him, but what the hell, he still hasn't really adjusted to local time. "She's scared, but ... she's eating, and she hasn't tried to hurt herself or anyone else."

Date: 2009-08-27 03:01 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (serious 1)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
"The ones who came after her, you mean? Oh yeah." That's just a little acerbic. "They're locked in too, on the other side of the building."

Date: 2009-08-27 03:07 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (brow furrowed)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
No, not immediately. "Himself whomself?"

Date: 2009-08-27 03:17 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (sidelong)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
"...Giles isn't that hard to say, you know." Slightly dry. "Yeah, he's here."

Date: 2009-08-27 03:23 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (hey wait)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
A beat.

"I can go find out," he says, his tone not so much uncertain as cautious.

Date: 2009-08-27 03:32 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (blue lit)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
"Yeah. About that."

He doesn't turn to head back to the castle, yet.

"It'd help if I could tell him what you want to say to him. He's ... kind of got a lot on his plate right now."

Date: 2009-08-27 03:44 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (look aside)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
A small sigh. "I can tell you right now he's not gonna go for it."

He sounds more regretful about it than anything else.

Date: 2009-08-27 03:58 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (oh puhlease)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
"Till the Council pronounces sentence."

Andrew's own jaw's a little tight, and he says the words as though he doesn't really care for how they taste.

Date: 2009-08-27 04:12 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (look out now)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
A long pause.

"This team's busting its collective ass trying to figure out what's the right thing to do here. Trying to find a clean solution and I don't know if there is one."

His voice is low, but very intense.

"The situation's ugly. We're dealing with it the best we can."

Date: 2009-08-28 03:25 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (serious 1)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
A long sigh.

"Not too much longer. I hope."

Date: 2009-08-28 03:35 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (serious 3)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
"I can get you in," he offers. "I mean, I have to okay it first, but. They're letting her have visitors."

Date: 2009-08-28 03:45 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (contemplative)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew

A beat.

"You know the mystics are going to be scanning whatever you bring her," he says, a touch apologetically.

Date: 2009-08-28 03:59 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (pensive)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
"Yeah. Just -- don't make the smart person's mistake of thinking everyone else is stupid, okay?"

A pause.

"I can tell her you asked about her, if you want."

Date: 2009-08-28 05:37 pm (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (pensive)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Andrew looks back at him.

"Might help her to know there are people who care that she's okay. And that they're talking to us."


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