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*blinks as he steps through the door*

Sodding hell. Didn't think there were any afterlives like this.

*makes his way to the bar, sits down and looks in some confusion at the profusion of drinks and apparent lack of staff*

*pretends he didn't really want a drink anyway*

Anybody in here up for a game of poker?

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Aah, Spike.

You always make life more interesting.

Can I get you a drink, dear?

*Flattering the vampire*

*eyes this woman appreciatively but a bit nervously*

Do I know you?

I certainly know you.

They call me the Lady.

*produces a pack of cards, seemingly from thin air*

Now, the poker? Or would you rather have a drink?

*is getting a bit nervous*

That's nice for me, I'm sure. Who are you then?

*Smiles way, way, too easily; Liplessly, showing perfect, straight, blindingly white teeth. He extends a thin, cool hand*
I am The Corinthian.

Nice to meet you, Lady. Do you not have another name, or do you just enjoy being cryptic?

And how do you get drinks here when there's noone around to serve them? The staff aren't ghosts, are they? Frigging hate ghosts. Never know what the buggers are up to.

*shakes hand without hesitation, automatically not showing his unease*

You know, mate, introducing yourself by where you come from went out of mode a few centuries ago.

I have another name, but it does annoy me when it's invoked. It's best you don't know, for the sake of your health and my good temper.

The bar will serve you. Give it money, and ask for a drink. Simple enough.

However, you look to be soon occupied. I just wanted to make introductions. We have plenty of time to talk, and * looks over to where Morpheus is* I have other fires to stoke. Must say hi to dear old Dad, and like that. *Grins, again*
*Leaves as abruptly as he came, headed for Morpheus*

Money? Ah. That could be a problem. I think I'm dead, you see. And I didn't exactly consider bringing money to the afterlife, because I sure didn't think it would be like this.

You still offering to buy?

Certainly.

I like you, Spike.

This place is the afterlife, right? So...does it serve blood?

*smiles, back on familiar ground* And I'm sure I'll like you too, Lady. Now - poker. Like I said, I don't have any money, but I can get some kittens on -

Oh. I can't go back. Can I?

I wouldn't know. I do not drink... blood.

And no. I'd imagine you can't.

Well you're the one ordering, pet, so I guess you'll find out soon enough.

Watch how you address me, Spike. You have no idea what you risk.

*goes to bar*

*laughs a bit incredulously* You don't need to get offended, Lady, it's just a turn of phrase. And you'll forgive me for not shaking in my boots. I've faced more demons than you could shake your pretty little finger at.

*returns with a very green drink, and a mug, filled with blood and weetabix*

The blood is not from the bar. Do not expect such a favour again.

*laughs*

Spike, I was at every battle. I have defeated empires.

*takes mug*

Well, I'm used to pigs' blood anyway. I'll talk to the...owner, or boss, or whatever, see if they can get some in before I fade away.

*eyes her warily* Oh sod, you're not a goddess, are you?

Something along those lines.

Greetings, vampire.

Ah. I don't suppose we could just forget the bit where I sort of insulted you, then?

*blinks*

An angel? Is this heaven, then? Christ.

*takes a coin from behind his ear. On one side is the moon, on the other, the sun*

Flip for it?

*looks taken aback, then a smile spreads across his face*

I think I do like you, Lady. All right, we'll flip. But I have something of a racial aversion to the sun, so I'll claim the moon.

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