The Challenger: RogueSlayer
The Challenge: Spike and Fred chatting it up over tea and a good dose of Poe.
Fred blinked at Spike and stifled a grin. "It's peppermint," she told him. She took the mug and sat back in her chair, her eyes on Spike as she took a sip.
"Is it good?" he asked. "You like it?"
Fred nodded. "I'm just glad you're not making me drink blood for you vicariously," she said.
Spike chuckled, hovering near a table and appearing to sit atop it, but actually floating a good two inches above its surface. The music being piped over the speakers in the coffeehouse changed, and he pricked up his ears.
"Oh, God, what is this song?" he wondered aloud. "Always used to remind me of..." His voice trailed off, and he looked down.
Fred's brows knit in confusion, and she listened more intently to catch the lyrics of the music. "Oh, it's, um... darn it, I can't remember the name of the song, but it's Poe. Something off her first album."
Spike's form flickered in and out of existence for a hair's breath, becoming momentarily transparent and indistinct. "Trigger Happy Jack," he said quietly, his apparition finally stabilizing back into solidity.
Fred took another sip of her tea. "It reminded you of someone?" she asked.
Spike's eyes narrowed and he looked across the room. "I don't fancy thinkin' 'bout her at present," he said. He turned back to Fred, eyeing her up and down. A slow grin spread across his face. "Got other things to occupy my thoughts these days, luv."
"So, you like the tea, then?" Spike asked.
Fred nodded, her eyes locking on his. "Yes, Spike," she said, her voice soft and tinged with a hint of laughter. "I like the tea."