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Feb. 15th, 2019 07:07 pmSince Mad Sweeney will be absolutely fucked before bringing a box of Valentine's Day cards just to get into a bloody party and is pretty sure Spike feels the same, the two of them are currently in the park, ostensibly to find something to fight, some asshole or creepy crawler using the distraction of the night to make things easier, but neither of them are looking with any particular effort. They're just walking, shoulders brushing, both of them smoking, and if they wanted a fight, Sweeney is sure they could have found it by now.
They're not really looking. They're on a fucking date.
That's okay with him. That's something he's gotten comfortable with, but he sure as hell hopes Spike hasn't got some gift waiting for him inside his coat, because Sweeney sure as fuck didn't do anything like that. He's not a flowers and chocolate sort of guy, which he figures Spike doesn't expect out of him, but the vampire has surprised him a few times already and he also doesn't want to be the dick tonight.
Shifting his free hand a little, he brushes his fingers against Spike's and is about to say something. Ask him if he wants to go get a drink or go back to his place or something other than pretending they're not just going for a romantic fucking walk together, but as he opens his mouth, someone just up the path calls out to them. She's holding a pair of ice skates.
"Hey!" The young woman waves, smiling brightly. "Hey, do you guy want to ice skate for a bit? No charge, I've had barely anyone here all night and I just want to see someone enjoying themselves tonight."
Sweeney has no idea what to say. He suddenly can't even remember the last time he'd been on a pair of ice skates. He's not sure if this is bad luck, being asked to skate, or good luck, being offered it free of charge.
They're not really looking. They're on a fucking date.
That's okay with him. That's something he's gotten comfortable with, but he sure as hell hopes Spike hasn't got some gift waiting for him inside his coat, because Sweeney sure as fuck didn't do anything like that. He's not a flowers and chocolate sort of guy, which he figures Spike doesn't expect out of him, but the vampire has surprised him a few times already and he also doesn't want to be the dick tonight.
Shifting his free hand a little, he brushes his fingers against Spike's and is about to say something. Ask him if he wants to go get a drink or go back to his place or something other than pretending they're not just going for a romantic fucking walk together, but as he opens his mouth, someone just up the path calls out to them. She's holding a pair of ice skates.
"Hey!" The young woman waves, smiling brightly. "Hey, do you guy want to ice skate for a bit? No charge, I've had barely anyone here all night and I just want to see someone enjoying themselves tonight."
Sweeney has no idea what to say. He suddenly can't even remember the last time he'd been on a pair of ice skates. He's not sure if this is bad luck, being asked to skate, or good luck, being offered it free of charge.
