A Cautionary Tale for Vampires

Why wouldn't I?

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..Oh. [that made about as much sense as anything else, he conceded, moving further into the room and dropping on the couch] What do they do, then?

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"Protection spell," Tony answered, sitting down in a chair across from the couch and continuing to eat the cheez-its.

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Dunno. Lot of it just seems arbitrary. Not that I don't know a lot of arbitrary things. Like, did you know, Sid Vicious got his name from a gerbil of the same name?

--You weren't around for the Pistols, mate. Bollocks.

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Just a general sorta one?

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"Pretty much. Against demons and dark magic...doesn't work on vampires, though." Which was made obvious by Spike's presence.

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Why make that exception, mate? [he was in a curious mood, apparently. there was still something about Tony rubbing him the wrong way- did he smell like, someone else he had met recently? ..Bollocks]

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Tony shrugged. "Well, I was dating a vampire when I first made the spell. Besides, if I block out vampires I might as well block everyone out. Some of the humans in this place scare me more than a vampire any day."

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I do not care about 'the Pistols.'

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Well, in that case, why block anyone out? Some demons aren't so bad. ..And if you're dating Armand, I-- [What? It wasn't like he had a say either way. He let his mouth snap closed, uselessly, giving the boy an odd look]

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But you sing, yeah? They were musical geniuses in the 1970s.

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"I'm not dating Armand, I said ex. I used to date a vampire named Henry. He's not even on the Barge." Wait a minute...how did Arm--oh. Scent. Well, Tony wasn't going to bring up that he'd let Armand bite him if Spike wasn't going to say anything. "It also blocks black magic." And while you could argue some demons weren't bad, black magic directed at his room was a pretty unanimous bad thing.

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[you overestimate his tact, Tony] Then why'd you let him bite you?

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[Tony didn't even know the answer to that. The only solution, then, was to be a smartass.] "I thought you were supposed to offer food and drink to your guests."

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[Spike blinks, then shrugs] Got a soda then? Or a beer.

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"Beer." Tony got up, going over to the fridge and getting one out and tossing it over to the vampire before sitting back down. Offering his beer, offering his blood...same difference.

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The music from the 1970s is nothing like that from my time.

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[that was Spike's way of letting it go, for now] Ta. [he cracked the top, shaking his head. He always met the tossers.]

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Know that, I was around for both, remember?

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I know.

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So he does have the memory of a elephant. Good show.

If you ever wanted to listen to something.. a little more current. You know where to find me.

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[Tony continued eating the cheez-its for a moment more, before realizing he could do with a beer as well. Looking over, he also realized he didn't feel like getting back up. Reaching out a hand, the door of the fridge flew open, and a beer flew into his hand. Popping the top, he took a drink and continued eating.]

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Well, that's handy, innit?

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I believe I will choose my own tastes in music.

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