The Green Man
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lady_windermereNervous cos this is the most I have written in nearly a year, and it is un-beta-ed. But I hope you enjoy!
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Title The Green Man
Author woman_of_
Word Count 969
Pairing Angel/Spike
Rating PG13
Set post Your Welcome
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nekid_spike mission, Spike goes to work
After the downfall of Lindsey, Spike found himself at a loose end, and without money. He did have the dingy apartment, but he really didn’t want to hang out there any more than he could help. It was just a place to eat and sleep.
That was why he found himself working in an English Themed pub in the centre of L.A. It did pay well, and didn’t ask many questions. They where delighted to have a genuine Englishman behind the bar, and Spike knew the drinks like the back of his hand. The costumes where football strips, which Spike was delighted he had been able to bully them into giving him the Manchester United outfit. The also played all the English football games, even if they insisted on calling it soccer.
While Spike still went to Wolfram & Hart during the day, mainly to annoy Angel, who he was sure, would spend his time brooding over Cordelia. They had worked together for years, so it was understandable that the big lug would care about her, but he could wallow so much.
After work he still went on patrols. In a city like L.A. there was always something worth taking any frustrations out on after a shift.
That was when he heard the voice. It had to be Wesley, leading Angel and Gunn into the bar.
“I have been to the Irish themed bar with you Angel at least three times since it opened. It is only fair that I get to choose the venue for tonight, and The Green Man it is.”
Gunn shrugged, after all he didn’t mind where they had a drink. An English themed pub seemed just as good as an Irish one to him, and to be honest since the up-grade the bars he used to go to didn’t suit him anymore, while the exclusive ones seemed to be filled with clients all wanting a little advice on the cheap.
“Goes against my Irish heritage to give money to a bar that favours and English look.” Angel murmered.
Wesley found a seat in the crowded pub, while Angel went up to the bar, his senses tingled. Looking round he saw Spike, who had become very busy serving the other customer. Angel went into the shadows, watching Spike as he deftly served the man a real Ale.
Angel saw Spike come towards him, and moved in to whisper in his ear.
“Spike, we need to talk. Serve me next,” Angel said.
“Wanker, just because I know you doesn’t mean you get special treatment in jumping the queue,” Spike replied and walked away.
Angel followed Spike with his eyes. Spike looked good in the Manchester United strip, and the shorts showed his legs and ass off to great effect. Noticing the Managers Door, Angel moved towards it. He knocked the door, but without waiting for an invite, walked in.
The manager looked at the imposing figure of Angel, and knew he was trouble. He stood up, and smirked. Now he knew why he had employed Spike, this might be his time to earn his keep, and make sure that this man didn’t do any damage.
“Can I help you?” The manager asked, with a raised eyebrow.
“You have a barman working here, in the Manchester United strip, name of Spike. I want you to give him the rest of tonight off. I have business I need to discuss. He works for me through the day,” Angel demanded.
“Oh I doubt he works for anyone during daylight hours, they are unhealthy for him.” The manager held his ground.
Angel realised that the manager was aware of what Spike was, but knew he could get what he wanted. “Oh I think you will find that he can. Have you heard of Wolfram & Hart? We have glass that allows people of his ‘condition’ to work during the day.”
The manager stood back, that was when he took a closer look at the man in front of him. Everyone knew about the CEO of W&H, and what he was. Maybe Spike was not the sure bet to handle him that he thought he was.
“Ok, I’ll tell Spike to take the night off, but as soon as he is free, I want you to leave with him.”
Within 10 minutes a highly pissed off Spike walked towards Angel, who had taken the time to tell Gunn and Wesley what had happened. They had both been pleased that Spike had a way to make an honest living, and where surprised at Angel demanding that Spike be given the night off. Angel shrugged, and walked away, as Spike came out from the changing rooms, in his normal clothes.
Spike walked up to Angel, his eyes glaring at him. “What’s the deal with you pouf. Can’t a bloke make an honest living?”
“If you start to do some work at W&H, you could make an honest living. Rather than stand about behind a bar, flirting, and being mauled buy drunk customers.”
Spike looked at Angel in disbelief. If he wasn’t mistaken Angel was jealous.
As they walked out the bar, Angel pushed Spike into the alley, bringing his lips down to Spike’s in a punishing kiss.
“You will no longer work in that place anymore, or live in that apartment. I need to know what you are doing. From now on, you will have the use of my penthouse, and be paid for helping us fight demons.”
On principal Spike was ready to argue, but then just watched the heated look in Angel’s eyes. The future looked interesting.
As they left to go home, they heard a laugh. Maybe a bit of England had come with the pub, as a figure of a man, with a green hue, passed
I have a story banner, made by the wildly talented
shanmara Just under the cutTitle The Green Man
Author woman_of_
Word Count 969
Pairing Angel/Spike
Rating PG13
Set post Your Welcome
For the
nekid_spike mission, Spike goes to workAfter the downfall of Lindsey, Spike found himself at a loose end, and without money. He did have the dingy apartment, but he really didn’t want to hang out there any more than he could help. It was just a place to eat and sleep.
That was why he found himself working in an English Themed pub in the centre of L.A. It did pay well, and didn’t ask many questions. They where delighted to have a genuine Englishman behind the bar, and Spike knew the drinks like the back of his hand. The costumes where football strips, which Spike was delighted he had been able to bully them into giving him the Manchester United outfit. The also played all the English football games, even if they insisted on calling it soccer.
While Spike still went to Wolfram & Hart during the day, mainly to annoy Angel, who he was sure, would spend his time brooding over Cordelia. They had worked together for years, so it was understandable that the big lug would care about her, but he could wallow so much.
After work he still went on patrols. In a city like L.A. there was always something worth taking any frustrations out on after a shift.
That was when he heard the voice. It had to be Wesley, leading Angel and Gunn into the bar.
“I have been to the Irish themed bar with you Angel at least three times since it opened. It is only fair that I get to choose the venue for tonight, and The Green Man it is.”
Gunn shrugged, after all he didn’t mind where they had a drink. An English themed pub seemed just as good as an Irish one to him, and to be honest since the up-grade the bars he used to go to didn’t suit him anymore, while the exclusive ones seemed to be filled with clients all wanting a little advice on the cheap.
“Goes against my Irish heritage to give money to a bar that favours and English look.” Angel murmered.
Wesley found a seat in the crowded pub, while Angel went up to the bar, his senses tingled. Looking round he saw Spike, who had become very busy serving the other customer. Angel went into the shadows, watching Spike as he deftly served the man a real Ale.
Angel saw Spike come towards him, and moved in to whisper in his ear.
“Spike, we need to talk. Serve me next,” Angel said.
“Wanker, just because I know you doesn’t mean you get special treatment in jumping the queue,” Spike replied and walked away.
Angel followed Spike with his eyes. Spike looked good in the Manchester United strip, and the shorts showed his legs and ass off to great effect. Noticing the Managers Door, Angel moved towards it. He knocked the door, but without waiting for an invite, walked in.
The manager looked at the imposing figure of Angel, and knew he was trouble. He stood up, and smirked. Now he knew why he had employed Spike, this might be his time to earn his keep, and make sure that this man didn’t do any damage.
“Can I help you?” The manager asked, with a raised eyebrow.
“You have a barman working here, in the Manchester United strip, name of Spike. I want you to give him the rest of tonight off. I have business I need to discuss. He works for me through the day,” Angel demanded.
“Oh I doubt he works for anyone during daylight hours, they are unhealthy for him.” The manager held his ground.
Angel realised that the manager was aware of what Spike was, but knew he could get what he wanted. “Oh I think you will find that he can. Have you heard of Wolfram & Hart? We have glass that allows people of his ‘condition’ to work during the day.”
The manager stood back, that was when he took a closer look at the man in front of him. Everyone knew about the CEO of W&H, and what he was. Maybe Spike was not the sure bet to handle him that he thought he was.
“Ok, I’ll tell Spike to take the night off, but as soon as he is free, I want you to leave with him.”
Within 10 minutes a highly pissed off Spike walked towards Angel, who had taken the time to tell Gunn and Wesley what had happened. They had both been pleased that Spike had a way to make an honest living, and where surprised at Angel demanding that Spike be given the night off. Angel shrugged, and walked away, as Spike came out from the changing rooms, in his normal clothes.
Spike walked up to Angel, his eyes glaring at him. “What’s the deal with you pouf. Can’t a bloke make an honest living?”
“If you start to do some work at W&H, you could make an honest living. Rather than stand about behind a bar, flirting, and being mauled buy drunk customers.”
Spike looked at Angel in disbelief. If he wasn’t mistaken Angel was jealous.
As they walked out the bar, Angel pushed Spike into the alley, bringing his lips down to Spike’s in a punishing kiss.
“You will no longer work in that place anymore, or live in that apartment. I need to know what you are doing. From now on, you will have the use of my penthouse, and be paid for helping us fight demons.”
On principal Spike was ready to argue, but then just watched the heated look in Angel’s eyes. The future looked interesting.
As they left to go home, they heard a laugh. Maybe a bit of England had come with the pub, as a figure of a man, with a green hue, passed
