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Trigger Happy Jack
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The Challenger: RogueSlayer
The Challenge: Spike and Fred chatting it up over tea
and a good dose of Poe.
Spike eyed the teapot with nearly-palpable hunger in his eyes as Fred
poured the amber liquid out into a mug for herself. "Tell me how
it smells," he begged her. "What kind is it?"
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
"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?"
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."