Maybe more tomorrow. Need to sleep.

Nooooo! no sleep!

Selfish, I call it.

Hi Deena.

Hi Elena. Greg and I are watching Season 2, except I'm not watching so much as trying not to fall asleep before he's ready to go to bed.

Have you seen my LJ? I wrote a Spike and Dru story for sj.

I saw, have not read, and you should post it here.

Hi Elena and Deena. How are you both?

I guess Victor didn't listen to us.

Pout.

eta:

you should post it here.

yes, you should.

Perkins, I'm good, thanks. You?

I'm thinking about what to write for my slashfic assignment. Does anyone remember which episode had naked!Angel on top of Wes?

Hi Perkins!

Okay, I don't think sj would mind if I post it here.

Signed,
Obvously too tired for posting in any kind of normal way.

Hee.

Ragtime to Jazz; A Spike and Dru Adventure

"Aoiw! Aioooow! That noise, that noise, make it stop!" Dru covered her ears with her hands and made piteous little mewling noises.

"That's ragtime, gal, that's what that is! The hottest thing in this here country, Mr. Joplin's song, Maple Leaf Rag. Why, it's sold more sheets than any other music in the world!" The man grinned at Spike. "Tell your little lady that's the best darn music ever and we created it, we did, right here in New Orleans!"

Spike nodded at the odd little man jigging to the music as he moved past them on the boardwalk, then grabbed Dru's arm and drug her into the nearest alley.

"Dru, love," he bent lower to look into her face. Nothing. He gripped her shoulders tightly and shook her, her head bouncing on her long neck, her long bony fingers glued in hooks to her ears.. She continued to mew. He backhanded her angrily and then shook his head, running his fingers through his hair in frustration and guilt, as she bounced off the wall in front of him. He shouldn't have done that. Now she'd be wanting some follow-through.

"Love? Am I then? Why am I here in this place hearing that awful, awful noise, then?" Dru snarled at him. "It's dirty here, and it smells funny. The people talk strange and I don't like them. Even the trees are haunted with all those blowsy bits hanging off." She drew herself up, all affronted dignity. "Some of those people carry guns to blow one another to bits. I don't like seeing that, I don't, all the bloody bits and I didn't make them."

Spike sighed and set to soothing her. Thankfully, they were interrupted before it turned into an absolute brawl.

"Here now, you hit that lady?" A beefy guy with a rolling gait walked a few feet into the alley, peering at them in the gloom.

"And what if I did?" Spike muttered, hands on his hips. "You going to make something of it then?"

"Bloody toff." The man spit and then walked further in the alley, carefully holding his hands away from his body. "The missus wants to see you." He reached carefully into his inner jacket pocket and drew out a card. "Away there," the man said, pointing across the street from the mouth of the alley.

Spike eyed the card disdainfully. "and why's that?" he sneered, but Drusilla darted forward and grabbed the bit of pasteboard out of the man's hand. Spike laughed at the man's startled look. The bird was fast when she wanted to be. He deserved the startlement, if not a great bloody lot more, for the insult. Toff, indeed.

She stood in front of Spike, almost dancing in place while she clutched the card to her bony chest. "Can we William, sweet William? I want to go. There's going to lots and lots of very pretty fun to be had there." She crooned to the card and did a little dance step.

"Well, all right then." He smiled down at her but then looked up to scowl at the man. No sense looking like he was all soft now, was there? The man, however, had taken advantage of Spike's distraction and left. "Bloody good thing, too." Spike muttered to himself. Drusilla still danced with the card until Spike, suddenly impatient, grabbed her arm and jerked her back to some awareness. "Well, come on then, won't you? Haven't got all night." He let go of her and straightened his jacket and tie before tilting his hat at a rakish angle. He offered her his arm with a slight bow. "Let's go see what the lady wants shall we?" Dru giggled again and covered her mouth with the hand holding the card as she reached out with the other, almost shyly, and rested her hand on his arm with a slight bobbing curtsy. "That's all right then." He patted her hand and they stepped out of the alley together.