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[not_that_spike]

It might be a record: two days running, and he's still in a great fucking mood. Hell, he'd probably be nice to Vicious if he walked through the door right now.

Then again, maybe not.

Spike sits at the bar with a cup of iced coffee, facing the rest of the room, looking through a handful of photographs. Every now and then he stops and smiles and looks like he's completely lost in memories.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine thinks. "Hmmm...I think I will be helping to nurse a sick friend--Ryan's daughter is very ill. So, not this week...but next week, most definitely."

[not_that_spike]

"Okay."

He's easy.

It just means more time with Beth.

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine smiles. "Then next week it is. Good night, Spike, good night, Beth." She hugs each of them and heads upstairs with her picture.

She is nearly back to herself completely.