I don't know that they ever do, in canon. But there's always fic.
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
My wife's uncle Tim passed away on Thanksgiving morning -- it's one of the reasons I've been such a lovely shade of charcoal grey. I swore many years ago that I'd never attend another open-casket funeral, but of course I went anyway.
I'm not quite sure what that human-shaped thing in the front of the service was, but it bore no resemblance to the gruff, comically selectively hard-of-hearing, unimaginably strong man who welcomed me into his family with open arms nine years ago.
And of course I didn't cry then -- Tim wanted us to carry on with our family Thanksgiving even though he knew he was dying, so we wound up having two family gatherings: one the planned Thanksgiving feast, which was almost eerily just the same as always, good food and good company and a few discreet tears. And then a week later, after the service, we all met up at Lisa's mum's place, and there was eating and drinking and telling of awful jokes. It was a great party; Tim would have loved it.
And now, of course, the monitor is blurry as I type this, and I just can't believe he's gone.
Oh, Karl. I am so sorry for your loss.
At least he didn't go out on a damn stairmaster, Karl. (/vastly inappropriate Wirefiend mortality response)
I'm sorry Karl.
Well, to join in the fun, I am now at California Pacific hospital on Buchanan. S had to be taken to the ER. This sucks.
Much travel-ma to anyone stuck in blizzards.
m I the only sucker who starts crying at the end of Love, Actually no matter how many times I see it? Man am I a sap
I LOVE that movie. It is my favorite holiday movie. LOVE.
I don't know that they ever do, in canon. But there's always fic.
Used to be some damn good fic out there, too...long, complex, sexy plotty stuff. Sniff. So much better than the show ended up being....
Ugh. When you are at someone's house for a party? And there has been mad flirtage? And then everyone is full and sleepy, but it's still early, and the hostess suggests a movie? And everyone BUT you says "nah, I'm going to leave"? Isn't that code for "I'm going to stay here and make out with you during hte movie"????? I THOUGHT it was, but apparently NOT. Sigh.
However, my ice-skating-and-hot-toddys party was fun.
FUCK! Sean, I'm so sorry. Can I do anything?
UNIVERSE, BACK OFF MY FRIENDS!
sorry to hear that, Karl.
No, but thanks Kristin. I'm outside in the SF cold and rain posting from the iPhone. I'll post more later.