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[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Ordinarily, stories about prison breaks and explosions would be right up Spike's alley. Today, however, he seems stressed out over something completely different. As if the upcoming holiday -- he hates all holidays, but this one in particular is the worst -- wasn't enough, he's been unemployed for way too long. Bills are going to start stacking up soon.]

Would it kill the castle to put out classified ads once a week?

[He tosses the open journal on the coffee table and sighs as he picks up his oversized mug. How is he going to raise money for a family at this rate? (Not that he's even dating anyone, but you know. It could happen.)]

There's got to be someone looking for a guy with virtually no experience in anything practical. [Hear that journal? He's talking to you. Great catch over here!] Maybe I could start selling jokes and see how that turns out. Or something in marketing. [Hm. There's an idea...] I could do that.

(Gwaine)

[Despite Spike's own personal crisis to deal with (that he's totally not procrastinating on right after he started), he hasn't seen him moping around the lobby like usual. Which means he's probably moping alone somewhere. And that fight with Julia sounded pretty bad from where they were all evesdropping in the next room. -- Thus, Spike will be a buddy and force him to do something he hates.]

Hey. Want to go out?


ooc - RE: Chandler/Friends loss!

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[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Really, it should be a non-issue. They're just papers, right? If he's watching carefully, he'll see that she gets just a little too jumpy about it for a fraction of a second.]

It's nothing.

[Act casual, Julia. You're good at that, right?]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[O...kay. (It's a shame his eyes are still so sharp, huh?)]

Uh huh. [Spike leans forward in his seat, watching her for a while longer.] Are you alright?

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[(... Stop it, Spike. You freak people out. :|)]

I'm fine.

[No, she's not. She's really, really not. But it's not like she'd ever let something like that on so easily. She'll avoid his eyes and try to pretend he's not watching her while she searches through her things for that game she's trying to find. (It's the stupid one he likes, right?)

When she does, she turns back to him with a small smile that's a little forced. Because this isn't about facing her problems. This is about distracting her from her problems.]

As promised.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Most of the things he likes are stupid, yes. It's funny that's what she picked to entice him to stay, but he won't mention it again.]

Is that the one I gave you? [aka the crappy Travel Scrabble that you can play on a plane... because that makes it totally possible to take with her to another world.]

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Of course it is. He gives the worst best presents.]

It might be.

[... And she's never actually played it before now, either. She was totally just waiting to break it open with him. Or something.]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Consider his ego boosted.]

Still has all the pieces and everything?

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Whatever helps him sleep at night.]

Last time I checked.