Brunch Gone Wild(e) [closed]

[eliotwaugh]

Well, his magic is still a little iffy sometimes, and he still doesn't know how/if he'll get home, and he really only has two friends so far, but god damn it, his apartment is an overdone neo-victorian salon set up, and he can have a fucking party again. This is so important.

Eliot's on his second Bellini when Sunshine arrives, early as agreed, with muffins as promised. He gives her a kiss on each cheek with a flamboyance usually reserved for Janet (Sunshine is sort of his replacement Janet, he guesses, and so far she doesn't want to sleep with him, which is kind of a step up), takes the bag and trades her a cocktail. She has catching up to do.

Sunshine is great in the kitchen, no surprises there, and she gets tipsy really quick, and she is adorable tipsy. This is gonna be great. Eliot feels good. For the first time in... kind of a while.

He's just checking the time on his phone when the buzzer goes, so he gives Sunshine reign of the omelettes for a moment while he goes to buzz Johnny in, then waits at the door, feeling maybe a little nervous. But only a little.

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[eliotwaugh]

Oh no.

He's really real, and he's really here, and he looks so angry and it's perfect. Any remaining ability Eliot had to keep his shit together flies right out the window.

He bursts into a manic, hysterical grin. "Randy Giles!" he exclaims, arms thrown wide. "You old so and so!"

[erratic_hematic]

At this point in time, Spike might just go ahead and punch Eliot in the face for being a complete arsehole. Unfortunately, he hasn't been invited in, so that's not a possibility. Yet. Instead, he makes a show of ignoring Eliot's embarrassing welcome and peeks past him into the apartment, where he can see Sunshine waving drunkenly at him from the sofa.

"Sunshine, don't you want me to come in?"

[rae_of_sun]

Sunshine narrows her eyes a little at what seems like a pretty leading question (it would take a hell of a lot more than four bellinis to make her forget Vampires 101, or to do something as phenomenally rude as inviting any vampire into someone else's home), and her wave inelegantly morphs into an unsteady point in Spike's general direction. "Are you going to be nice? Because you are on some thin ice right now, buster." No, he's not, but he'll probably be a lot more civil if he thinks he is.

Still, the impact of her threat is somewhat spoiled by the way she keels over onto the arm of the couch, whines, "I missed yoooou," and throws him a sideways pout.

[johnny_truant]

Johnny, who has defaulted to minding his own business and sipping water slowly, snorts softly and lifts his glass to Spike, or the bit of him he can see peering in through the doorway.

"Hey again," he says. "Sorry about last time. And the, uh, the existential crisis."

Why isn't he coming in? Whatever. Johnny is seriously just here for the show at this point.

[erratic_hematic]

Spike can't help but smile at Sunshine flopping over onto the arm of the sofa. Fucking adorable, that is. Even if he will be on thin ice later, he very obviously isn't now.

The other voice makes him zero in on...that guy he punched in the dream. That must be rabbit man. "I've had weirder." He takes a deep breath and lets it out, running his hand over his face for good measure. "If I promise to not punch anyone in the face, will someone invite me in?"

[eliotwaugh]

It takes Eliot a minute to parse the whole vampire-needing-invitation thing from Spike and Sunshine's (totally adorable) exchange, and when he gets it, he snorts with laughter.

"Oh wow I forgot! How could I forget?" He turns back to Sunshine, leaning on the wall for support. "Hey is he gonna be trouble?"

Eliot then attempts to address Spike as well, and ends up twisting himself around and looking an absolute fool. "Are you gonna be trouble? Because I know I can be mean and loud but I don't wanna get punched in the face. Or. Or anywhere else, actually."

[johnny_truant]

"Yeah, no punching my boyfriend," says Johnny. Oh. Oh, he definitely just said that. WHOOPS.

"Let's just say no punching anyone's boyfriend," he says, burying himself in another cocktail. Water's nice but it isn't going to help with THAT.

[rae_of_sun]

"He is gonna be on his best behavior," Sunshine says with narrow-eyed vehemence from her lopsided position (which she has not bothered to correct, because it's comfortable okay), "because it would upset me if he hurt my friends, and he already has a lot of explaining to do."

Johnny's outburst gets ignored. Well, he showed up in a frigging collar; the idea that they're boyfriends isn't all that outlandish.

[erratic_hematic]

God, he's entirely too sober to be having this conversation. He doesn't even care about the 'boyfriends' revelation. It's brunch in the East Village - he'd be surprised if nobody was gay...though that does make Johnny hitting on Sunshine earlier a little confusing.

He sets those thoughts aside for the moment to raise his eyebrows at Sunshine, who is still adorable, but it seems like it might be a difficult sell to get her so invite him into someone else's flat. "I'm not going to hurt your friends." Then, he tips his head back to look at Eliot. He voice goes flat, impatient. "I'm not going to hurt her friends. That's you."

[eliotwaugh]

Eliot's mouth hangs open as he gives Johnny a hell of a side-eye in disbelief. Boyfriend? Is that a thing that just happened or is this whole thing, vampire celebrity and all, just some bizarre fever dream? Did he drink wood alcohol again?

He shakes his head, he's got other matters to attend to. Like how Spike is saying more things and it's all well and good and Eliot does believe that his face is going to remain un-punched but he is also confused by something.

"You sound different," he says, peering at Spike as if a visual inspection will reveal the cause of the discrepancy between his memories and the actual person standing in front of him. "You sound like...like actually English? How is that a thing?" It does not make sense, and this conundrum could easily take up the rest of Eliot's day, but, other priorities.

"And come in and have a drink, for fuck's sake."

[johnny_truant]

Oh no. Oh noooo. Eliot did not like that. And he has a perfect right to not like that. They've had sex once, and had a couple weird tender dream moments, and let's not forget that Johnny just opened up about his archangel boyfriend (though if Johnny's being perfectly honest with himself 'boyfriend' is not the term for what Gabe is, he's not even sure that term exists). All that does not make him anything more than a complicated fuckbuddy. Johnny shrinks down further, sipping his cocktail slowly, hoping all the focus in the room can just stay on the vampire.

[rae_of_sun]

Well, all of Sunshine's focus is on the vampire, for whatever that's worth. She grins, still sideways, then gives the couch cushion beside her a haphazard swat. "Come sit by me! And you can," she pauses, heaving herself upright gracelessly, "finish my drink for me. Because I prooooooobably shouldn't." A considering pout. "Even though it's really good." She looks back up at Spike and points to the drink for emphasis. "This one. It's sweet! You'll like it!"

See, everything is wonderful again. Happy fun brunch is back on track!

[erratic_hematic]

"Maybe because I am English." He's spent a lot of time here in the states, and a lot of time elsewhere in the world, but English is still the general gist of his accent. He makes an unimpressed face at Eliot before he refocuses his attentions on Sunshine. She's who he's here for, anyway. He's hoping that he'll be able to get her out of here sooner rather than later.

He sits. He grabs the drink. He doubts that it will do anything for him, but he can hope.

[eliotwaugh]

Eliot trails after him, just staring in dumbfounded wonder. He's so grumpy! This is amazing.

"Yeah but," he begins to say, still too amazed at the reality of actual Spike in his actual apartment to be coherent. "But you sound like for real English, not like American actor doing an accent. How is that happening? How are you real?"

This is not the most polite question to ask somebody, but at this point Eliot is too far gone. Sexy TV vampire is sitting on his couch, the time for etiquette is over.

[johnny_truant]

Johnny shakes his head slowly. He thinks he's embarrassed for Eliot? Maybe? It seems like someone should be. Someone should probably put their paw hand over his hand and keep him from continuing. Unfortunately for everyone Johnny is not currently that person.

Instead he nods at Spike in a sort of show of completely unearned solidarity. "I'm just as lost as you are, buddy," he says.

[rae_of_sun]

Sunshine lists into Spike, propping her chin on his shoulder. This is a good place to be. She can make sure he's drinking her drink. His drink. It seems important that he do that; no Bellini should go to waste. "You're famous," she informs him in hushed tones, as if imparting a great and marvelous secret. Then she tucks her arm through his companionably and shifts to rest her head more comfortably on his shoulder. "Poor Spike. Don't be mad." Pat, pat.

[erratic_hematic]

"How are you real, arsehole." How is he even supposed to answer that? It's a stupid question. The show of solidarity from the other guy only earns him a glare. Spike doesn't need help here, and he definitely isn't looking for it from someone called rabbit man.

The corner of his mouth ticks up when Sunshine leans into him. This whole thing is ridiculous, but she's trying so hard to help. "I don't know. Alternate dimensions? Maybe there's one where you're a show."

He takes a sip of his drink, then a thought occurs to him quite suddenly. "What's it rated? The show." Last time he checked, he life wasn't exactly PG. Eliot could have seen all sorts of things.

[eliotwaugh]

"You're so famous," Eliot insists, trying with all his drunken earnestness to impart the full value of how awesome this is. "You're William the Bloody!"

He spares a glance at Johnny, who just doesn't get it, poor thing. His adolescence must have been so bereft.

Spike's question throws him a bit. "I don't know, Buffy was forever ago, I don't remember 90s TV ratings, gosh. It was like..." He makes a vague stabby motion to try and illustrate his thought process. "Like vampires were all dusty, not gory. Or, shit, is that not what you meant? Are you worried I've seen you naked?" He grins at Spike and raises the sauciest of eyebrows. "No, I'm pretty sure I would remember that."

and in that moment I swear we were all Johnny Truant

[johnny_truant]

Johnny gives Eliot a look the equivalent of a defensive what?, and then proceeds to drink down his Bellini with slow, ponderous determination. Oh god, what is he doing. What is he saying. Eliot. Eliot stop. Stop that at once.

He's in no position to make any of this stop. It is an extremely watchable trainwreck.

[rae_of_sun]

Awww, such a grump. Sunshine tsks her disapproval of calling Eliot an asshole, then commences rubbing Spike's stomach in a soothing sort of way. He's so tense, gods. She's having trouble remembering why he would be. It's pretty sheer to be famous, right? And it's not like he has to actually deal with the trappings of fame except for right now, amongst friends, with booze, which is basically the best way to deal with anything.

But Eliot's talk of seeing Spike naked tugs her right out of her reverie, and she lifts her head with a delighted little hiccup of a laugh. "You would!" she agrees, with feeling. "Gods, he's beautiful, like a frigging--like a Greek sculpture or something. But better endowed!" See, Spike, she's got your back, no need to be embarrassed. She gives his stomach an encouraging pat, then brightens as another thought occurs to her. "Have you seen him shirtless?" she asks Eliot with poorly repressed giddiness. "Have you seen his abs??"

[erratic_hematic]

Sunshine seems to have forgotten that these aren't Spike's friends as well as hers, and they're instead two random people, one of which knows intimate details about Spike's life that he hasn't even shared with her. So, yes. He's tense. He definitely didn't need his cock described to two poofs.

He throws back the rest of the drink, sets it aside, then slips his arm around Sunshine's back and hefts her to her feet. "C'mon, pet. Time to go."

[eliotwaugh]

He leans forward, because he does recall said abs being fantastic. Fortunately for Spike's virtue, Eliot is struck by a thought that keeps him from reaching his goal. "Oh shit, is he all cold though? How does that work?" He definitely doesn't want to go around touching people's bellies if his hand is gonna stick to them like an ice cube. Yick.

And now they're going? Ugh, vampires are so much grumpier than Eliot expected, this is not how he wanted this to shake out. He frowns. "Aw, but drinking!"

[johnny_truant]

Johnny, meanwhile, has accomplished a minor spit-take within the confines of his cocktail glass, and is now drinking the rest of the Bellini down in an effort to avoid EVERYTHING THAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. He does not want to think about the angry vampire's abs, or vampire coldness, or anything. This brunch has gone about as far as it can, in his limited experience, and he's more than happy to let Spike just escort Sunshine home. They have a lot to talk about. And so do he and Eliot. Fuck. He just drank all his cocktail. He looks around, bereft, wanting another, but all the things are so far awaaaay.

[rae_of_sun]

And suddenly, Sunshine is on her feet. She looks down at Eliot's couch, her expression not unlike that of a dog being abandoned at the pound: she thought they were friends, what happened? Come back, couch, she'll be good. But she's really no match for Spike's vampiric strength and comparative sobriety, and her only form of protest is a pout and an, "Awww."

Eliot's question earns him a baffled look - how 'cold' does he think room temperature is? "He's not cold," she says, mildly disparaging. Then, because Spike seems awfully eager to leave for some reason, "Waaaaait, I need my bag. It's..." she peers around the room, and it's good that Spike's holding her up because she'd definitely be keeling over without the extra support, "hiding. No! It's there," she concludes, pointing triumphantly to the coat rack by the door, then pouting again as she realizes it's on their way out.

[erratic_hematic]

Spike is perfectly willing to leave without Sunshine's bag if it will get him out of here before people besides Sunshine start touching him. It's only it's placement by the door that saves it from being left behind.

He moves Sunshine along as quickly as possible. "Say goodbye." He grabs the bag and waves in a vague approximation of a goodbye. Once Sunshine says her drunken goodbyes, they're out the door.

Now there's only the daunting prospect of getting back home.