You can't cause a ruckus. But you need someone else to.
[ Someone who's not afraid to draw the ire of the mob, as it were. Spike thinks of Nat--who's already openly confessed what she did to him, and half-confessed behind a mask to the rest of the house.
Nat's easy to read. So's Buffy. Alicent's different, careful and calculating. Spike finally pulls the carton of cigarettes from his inner coat pocket, plucking one out with thumb and forefinger. ]
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You can't cause a ruckus. But you need someone else to.
[ Someone who's not afraid to draw the ire of the mob, as it were. Spike thinks of Nat--who's already openly confessed what she did to him, and half-confessed behind a mask to the rest of the house.
Nat's easy to read. So's Buffy. Alicent's different, careful and calculating. Spike finally pulls the carton of cigarettes from his inner coat pocket, plucking one out with thumb and forefinger. ]
What've you got cooking?