Wolfwood, you should be used to traveling!

[holygunslinger]

Hey, I bet there are other journal sites you haven't signed me up for yet. How about Deadjournal? Why not there? At least there would be ironic, considering my state of affairs. Oh, how about a damned tumblr while we're at it? Hit all the social media bases.

... No, mun, don't take that as a good idea, I was trying to be sarcastic.

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oh heeeey

[luckies]

No such thing as bad publicity?

Yay a Spike!

[holygunslinger]

She insists that it's because I need to stretch my legs out more, and the chances of running into someone I know is better that way, but honestly, I think it's just a waste of both of our time.

funny because i was thinking YAY A WOLFWOOD

[luckies]

[ Spike lights a cigarette and-- here, need a light too? ]

You're both looking for someone.

Well, it stands to figure. They're sympatico like that.

[holygunslinger]

_{[he nods his thanks and takes the lighter, lighting his own cigarette]} Thank you, and I suppose you could say that. It's been a while since I saw anyone from home. You never really realize how close people are to you until they're far away.

_{[He pours two glasses of scotch and nudges one over to Spike]} In that regard, I guess everyone's searching for someone.

sympatico the way old news often is ):

[luckies]

[ Thanking him with a swift gesture. ]

Make a big enough racket and even people you thought you'd never see again come crowding in.

[ Spike's looking at Wolfwood through the glass. ]

Maybe old girl has it exactly right.

Shame the oldies but goodies get overlooked. :/

[holygunslinger]

_{[That gets a wry, but sincere smile out of him as he looks into his own glass, twisting it on the table.]}

Maybe. I still say she's making too big of a deal.

How about you? You lost in the crowd?

you just have to realize that we're both way too goddamn cool

[luckies]

I wish. I've been looking to get my hands on some quiet time, but it seems like I'm gonna be thrown out there too.

[ Finally gonna taste this scotch. Sweet, sweeeet Jesus, the first taste only begets a hastier second sip and a muted cough. ]

Good year.

Clearly! We wouldn't have such awesome puppets if our heads weren't made of the coolest cool to cool

[holygunslinger]

_{[Smirks a little at that.]}

When I splurge, I do it extravagantly and at a high proof. And I'm the last person to try and act like a cheerleader over getting thrown back into action. I've been complaining about wanting to retire for... shit, years now. But apparently every time I say that, it's secret code for "Throw my ass into a new situation, mun!"

so cool we gotta pump antifreeze into our ears amirite

[luckies]

[ Spike's toes twitch in his boots. It wouldn't have been that noticeable, if he hadn't paused the entire conversation to watch this happen. ]

Having a lot of extra time to think, though...

Can keep a side of meat in me for a month!

[holygunslinger]

_{[Watches as well, more bemused than anything]}

Mm, the last thing I need to do is think. Thinking leads to overthinking.

_{[Suddenly, he realizes something and rubs his face]}
Aw shit, she apped me to Entranceway.

... or so you think. *baconlips*

[luckies]

[ Finding something to recline against, so he can swish his drink and ask: ]

What kind of place would call itself "Entranceway"?

Dohoho. You got AIM? I'd love to set up a 1x1 with these two.

[holygunslinger]

_{[He's got himself poured into a chair so the wall is all yours, buddy.]}

Hell if I know, but apparently she's been keeping tabs on it for a couple years now. Apparently it's some Alice in Wonderland thing.

psst pm incoming

[luckies]

That old thing. Times, they aren't a-changin', right?

Let me see here...

[ Trusty laptop, angled across his boney knees. Spike's fingers strike the keys, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack. ]

What kind of gig were you looking to retire from, anyway?

[holygunslinger]

Pretty much all of it. I figure a dead guy should be allowed some time to kick his heels up and hang up the holster for a while. But if you're interested in the particulars? Mercenary work, for starters. I didn't mind the traveling, but the line of fire shit gets old quick.

[luckies]

Dead guys never rest.

[ Click, click. ]

Especially not if they're out sharing the experience. Looks like no one will be nailing up your coffin in this Lewis Carroll place. Not unless the stress gets you.

[holygunslinger]

I'll be less pissed off about it once I'm there, I'm sure. God only knows that I've been through this sort of thing enough by now.

[luckies]

This'll be a popped cherry for me.

[ Spike doesn't seem too whimsical for it. He flicks one cigarette and lights another. ]

A guy like you will stick out like a sore thumb there.

[holygunslinger]

_{[browarch as he lights another cigarette off his current one, and stubs out the older into the ashtray]}

How do you figure?

[luckies]

[ Spike frames him in his fingers. ]

Not very fairy tale, are you?

[holygunslinger]

_{[shrugs passively]}

Not any I've heard. But that doesn't mean I can't write my own.

[luckies]

[ smoooooooookes ]

Awful poetic of you.

[holygunslinger]

Part and parcel of pastorhood.

[luckies]

A liquer-peddling padre? Can't say I've seen that before.

[holygunslinger]

I'm not really what one would call orthodox by any definition of the term.

[luckies]

[ snickers ]

You haven't mentioned hellfire once.

[holygunslinger]

_{[refills both their drinks]}

I've got a feeling you've had worse than hellfire in your time, so there's no reason for it.

[luckies]

[ watches like a dog observing the trajectory of a biscuit ]

Did I tell you I'm dead too?

[holygunslinger]

_{[hands over the glass]}

Nope. Doesn't surprise me, though.