strikes ttly readable; Spike's bored :|

[lovesbitch]

I wasn't kidding about these Cheez-its.

You know, it's inconvenient making acquaintances who sleep at night.

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Just a general sorta one?

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[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much. Against demons and dark magic...doesn't work on vampires, though." Which was made obvious by Spike's presence.

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Why make that exception, mate? [he was in a curious mood, apparently. there was still something about Tony rubbing him the wrong way- did he smell like, someone else he had met recently? ..Bollocks]

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[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

Tony shrugged. "Well, I was dating a vampire when I first made the spell. Besides, if I block out vampires I might as well block everyone out. Some of the humans in this place scare me more than a vampire any day."

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Well, in that case, why block anyone out? Some demons aren't so bad. ..And if you're dating Armand, I-- [What? It wasn't like he had a say either way. He let his mouth snap closed, uselessly, giving the boy an odd look]

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[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

"I'm not dating Armand, I said ex. I used to date a vampire named Henry. He's not even on the Barge." Wait a minute...how did Arm--oh. Scent. Well, Tony wasn't going to bring up that he'd let Armand bite him if Spike wasn't going to say anything. "It also blocks black magic." And while you could argue some demons weren't bad, black magic directed at his room was a pretty unanimous bad thing.

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[you overestimate his tact, Tony] Then why'd you let him bite you?

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[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

[Tony didn't even know the answer to that. The only solution, then, was to be a smartass.] "I thought you were supposed to offer food and drink to your guests."

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Spike blinks, then shrugs] Got a soda then? Or a beer.

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[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

"Beer." Tony got up, going over to the fridge and getting one out and tossing it over to the vampire before sitting back down. Offering his beer, offering his blood...same difference.

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[that was Spike's way of letting it go, for now] Ta. [he cracked the top, shaking his head. He always met the tossers.]

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[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

[Tony continued eating the cheez-its for a moment more, before realizing he could do with a beer as well. Looking over, he also realized he didn't feel like getting back up. Reaching out a hand, the door of the fridge flew open, and a beer flew into his hand. Popping the top, he took a drink and continued eating.]

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Well, that's handy, innit?

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[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Except I can't close the door." His magic only worked in one direction.

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

..What, really? [snortchuckles at that, taking a sip]

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[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I don't know how to push. Just pull." There was probably some way to do it, but Tony had never bothered finding out. "I don't think I have to worry about the electric bill, though."

So he'd just leave it.

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Pretty brilliant, that. [he watched the door hang open awkwardly, it almost looked unnatural from this angle] Good beer, though.

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[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

"Thanks." Tony stared at the door for a bit, now actually wondering if he could push it forward. Lifting his left hand again, he decided to say the chant that went with the 'come to me' spell when he was still learning it, only he reversed it. The inhuman words were slow and deliberate as he tried to work out how to say the spell in reverse, and when it was done, the door nudged inward an inch. "Huh. That moved it a little."

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[all the magic in the room was doing nothing short of stifling him, and he sank in his seat to further avoid reality, lazily sipping at his beer]

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[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

Tony went back to drinking his beer and eating cheez its. "I should work on that some time."

He should, but he probably would keep forgetting to except at odd times until some occasion where such a spell was necessary to survive. At that time, either adrenaline would give him the power to do what was needed, or he would die.

Again.

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Yeah, mate. Maybe. [he agreed, leaning over to steal some Cheezits]

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[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

Tony, noticing Spike reaching, held the box out so Spike could reach the Cheezits better.

"So how's wardening going so far?"

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He shrugged, munching absently. Get along with him well enough. ..Though you are the first one to think I'm a warden, off the bat.

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[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

Tony shrugged. "You don't seem like an inmate."

In other words, from his knowledge of Buffy, Tony suspected that this Spike was definitely post-chip, in which case there wasn't much of a reason to make him an inmate. Pre-chip Spike wouldn't have been likely to sit there drinking beers with him, after all, without any inclinations of taking a bite.

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Yeah, really? I'll take that as a compliment, then.