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[allbloodyhail]

[ at first all that comes into view is a bottle of single malt scotch, unopened. then an ashtray, nowhere near as untouched. slowly spike's hands and then his face enter into the picture too and he looks haggard; tired, and far too human. he had known this day would come, because in the end he always ended up alone. but it was always different when it actually happened, and somehow the abandonment itself was never any less painful. ]

I told myself I'd say something profound, quote some Churchill or something... [ did wes even like churchill? it wasn't like he knew. ] But how do you mourn a ghost? How do you mourn a ghost again even?

This was his drink, too rich for my blood, but then again I'm not a Wyndam-Price.

[ spike swallowed and turned away before slowly pouring a shot and raising it up for a fallen friend. ] To Wesley.

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[stakes]

Got one in there for Giles?

[ Not that Giles is going home to be... Well... Dead. But. ]

And you should stop day drinking.

[allbloodyhail]

Care to join me?

[ yeah that's all you get, buff. ]

[ffuckoff]

You have a funeral. Just, y'know, not on consecrated ground.

[allbloodyhail]

You sound like you've got experience in this area. [ but still, it pulls a small smile out of him, quite a feat today. ]

[ffuckoff]

We pretended my dad was dead once to get the mob off his ass. [That counts, right?] It was a pretty good funeral, all things considered.

[allbloodyhail]

Yeah? Sounds like a good time. Wes was never really the party type though.

[ because parties and funerals are totally the same. ]

[ffuckoff]

[Well, obviously. What's the point of a funeral, otherwise?]

He was passed out on horse tranquilizers in a casket full of ice, so it was one of the better parties we had, yeah. [Cough.] What type was he, then?

[allbloodyhail]

Damn. [ why did that sound like something he'd like to try? ]

The expensive scotch type.

[ffuckoff]

And that's why you don't fuck with the mob.

You got any expensive scotch?

[allbloodyhail]

[ a harsh bark of a laugh. ]

Yeah, single malt just like he liked it. Still prefer my cheap whiskey.

[ffuckoff]

Well, y'know. Pour it on the ground and say a few words.

[allbloodyhail]

On the ground? Isn't that a waste of good liquor?

[ the problem was he didn't know what to say. ]

[ffuckoff]

You said you don't even like that type, anyway.

[allbloodyhail]

But it's the principle. That and it really was ruddy well expensive.

[ffuckoff]

That's the point. It's why it looks good in movies, it wouldn't work as well if you pour a fucking Jose Cuervo out on the sidewalk. [Not that Fiona would waste money that way, herself, but it's not her they're talking about.]

[allbloodyhail]

I'm drinking his favorite swill and wallowing his favorite wallow. Thought that was what I was supposed to do.

[ffuckoff]

Then you're just getting drunk alone. [Which is uh.] But, who knows, maybe that's how they do it in Vampireland.

[allbloodyhail]

I wouldn't know.

[ffuckoff]

Never visited Transylvania?

[allbloodyhail]

I think you're looking for Dracula. I'm Spike.

That punter still owes me eleven quid, now that I think of it.

[ffuckoff]

[She laughs.] Really? Well, I told you a story, so I think now's your turn. [When all else fails, distract them.]

voice;

[doggedly]

[How do you mourn a ghost isn't a question that's typically asked, never mind how do you mourn a ghost again. And this isn't his wake, or whatever this is, but that is some nice looking scotch--more sincerely: he's not lost friends, here. But he gets the sentiment.]

Thing with ghosts is, you don't typically have to mourn them, as they're... ghosts. [is this like an exorcism problem or] But, er--I think getting really soundly pissed is a pretty good way to commemorate, if not mourn, so you might actually be on the right track there, mate.

voice;

[allbloodyhail]

Give it to the Englishman to understand. [ he raises the short glass to sirius and shrugs. ]

I'm sharing if you're interested.

[allbloodyhail]

You want a story about the Count? Who do I look like? That sac-head, Stoker?

[ but he's amused. ]
You gonna come drink with me or not, Fi?

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[companioning]

Your friend left? I am truly sorry.