chicago ♔ something wrong | with all the plans of my life

[rationalizes]

♬ Killing Loneliness - HIM

WHO || Failboat + Burt [Closed]
WHAT || Various and sundry post-funeral shenanigans
WHERE || Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 6, evening.
HOW || Actionspam

[ This log will cover all events that take place between the funeral and the NOVA Record break-in two nights later, that weren't hit on during the live session. Feel free to make your own threads! ]

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[nothingsodivine]

[CAN WE NOT, SPIKE. He looks him over for a second, maybe giving him a chance to rescind that statement, and then glares.]

If I punch you in the windpipe and you don't need to breathe, does that make it okay?

[bigbad]

[Rude, Des, you're the one with the shiny-ass sports car. Or.... you were the one.]

So long as you're all right with me biting your jugular vein afterwards.

[HE NEEDS THAT WINDPIPE TO SMOKE.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des rubs his neck and considers that.

IT MIGHT BE WORTH IT.] Just so you know, I bet my blood tastes stale.

[bigbad]

Doesn't smell stale. Smells... ripe. Like vintage wine.

[Isn't this a great conversation............]

[nothingsodivine]

[AND THEN HE TAKES A POINTED STEP BACK.]

Okay, you don't get to smell me anymore tonight. I got enough of that crap from the Snakebloods.

[Not that they were talking about eating him. Jade just... put the image in his head. And it never went away. Ever.]

[bigbad]

Speaking of stale blood...

[Just saying, if you were going to give him a creepy-ass slice of human, the least you could do is bring it fresh off the.... okay never mind, stale human blood is just fine, don't go killing anybody. Just maybe refrigerate your creepy gifts, that's all he's asking.

He takes a drag from his cigarette and raises an eyebrow at him.]

I'm not planning on eating you. [Not just because morals. It'd also give him a hell of a headache.] And I can hardly turn off my nose, can I?

[nothingsodivine]

Don't even get me started. And for the record, I didn't know it was a person at the time. [He just got... halfway through it and realized he made a huge mistake.]

I'm so reassured. Protip, big guy, when someone tells you their blood probably smells stale? Just go with it. [ALL HE ASKS.]</small.

[bigbad]

What, did they tell you it was Soylent Green? [Pop culture check: 14. It doesn't take much, ok.] Didn't realise you were so bloody sensitive about how your blood smells.

[nothingsodivine]

They didn't tell me jack. They just set it in front of me and I've never tasted human before. Sue me. My palette ain't as delicate as yours. [EYE ROLL.] I don't wake up every morning hoping I smell like a Merlot. My life's annoying enough without worrying about cultured vampires hounding me.

[bigbad]

Don't worry. There are a lot more tasty things than you out there.

[Not that Spike's... tasted around... but Buffy smells really delicious.]

[nothingsodivine]

Remind me to have you tell the Snakebloods that if they ever figured out I conned 'em. I don't think I can keep them scared of me forever.

[BUT RIGHT NOW HE LOVES HAVING THAT POWER.]