Demon with Fred's Face (onlyishouldremain)
Spike sighed as she announced herself, rolling his eyes a bit as he turned to her and speaking with a slightly annoyed tone. “‘bout bloody time y’showed up Illyria. When you’re asked to meet someone somewhere y’show up on time. Not take your sweet time doin’ whatever the bloody hell you fancy.” Knowing full well she’d get him back for that later when he measured her strength again….and that his favorite clipboard was likely going to get shoved somewhere within the next five seconds he simply continued.
"Now…" he said as he headed towards the door. "Poof and his bad hair want me t’check you’re people skills. An’ what better way to go an’ meet people than by goin’ to a bar. See…I get to watch you interact with…’mortals’ while I get piss drunk and enjoy myself. So..stay outta trouble yeah?"
She scrutinized her gaze at him at his remark. "I will do as I please, halfling, and I refuse to be ordered around by you and the other." the woman retorted in a haughty tone of voice. "If what I choose is to take my sweet time doing what I fancy, as you put it, then, I shall do as I please."
The blond always had a sharp tongue. It was something she was fond of when it came to this one, but, it aggravated her, as well, at times. She would have fun later with shoving his face into the ground during one of their many sessions. Simply the thought of it brought a smirk to her face.
Brows pulling together at what he said next, she looked over to the bar entrance, then back to the vampire. "You mean I have to coalesce with the vermin?" she asked, eyes narrowing. This wasn't something she was all to keen on doing. Having to associate herself in any way with these lower beings. She simply tolerated him and the others. Just barely. But she refused to indulge in this.
