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milliways_bar2005-07-31 05:31 pm
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Spike's definitely out of his comfort zone: gun under virtual lock and key (which means no clip loaded), lighter tucked away safely, and... he has no fucking idea what to expect.
No one's ever asked him for this kind of favor before, and it makes him nervous as hell. He's no good at it and he knows it, but he owes it to her to try. He sits at his usual table, glass of iced coffee already halfway drained. He hopes he doesn't need anything else.
At least he might learn a thing or two.
Or not.
He'll see how it goes. And remember never to make offhand comments again, because sometimes people take them seriously.
No one's ever asked him for this kind of favor before, and it makes him nervous as hell. He's no good at it and he knows it, but he owes it to her to try. He sits at his usual table, glass of iced coffee already halfway drained. He hopes he doesn't need anything else.
At least he might learn a thing or two.
Or not.
He'll see how it goes. And remember never to make offhand comments again, because sometimes people take them seriously.
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It takes her a moment to pull it open, (as if it's heavier than when she arrived), but she does, leaning back with her weight. Then she waves back to Spike. She steps through, and the door shuts behind her.
(and when she arrives at the other side of the portal, all three of them are surrounding it, staring at the place she had pointed to before she fell in, in puzzlement.
She fell to the ground ungracefully, and they immediately swarmed over her with hugs and demands.
"I'll tell you about everything," she said. "It was there.")