Spike was trying to think up a good and proper last name to have on his name plaque as he sat down very easily, not noticing everything that had been going on. Well, that wasn't entirely true -- he'd noticed Gwen and the alcohol and was about to ask her for a glass since vamp constitution was a bitch, so he knew he'd better get started drinking right quick, and then it happened.
The "saving the damsel-in-distress" part of him kicked in once he watched Cordelia. That was his trouble, really. Any bird that needed his help got it, whether they liked it or not. After the glass fell to the floor, Spike was up and holding Cordelia in an instant, frowning down at her.
"Luv? What's wrong?" He looked up at Lindsey with an accusatory glance, although he knew the man more than he knew the girl. "What the bloody hell is goin' on here?" Sure, he knew she was the one who got the visions after that half-demon he'd met once had died, but he'd never been there to witness any of them. He looked over to Wesley, stroking Cordelia's hair softly as if to soothe her, then to Gwen.
"Will somebody get some help for her, here? Pills, doctors, something?" His voice was a little bit bordering on frantic, but then again, the last time a woman had acted this way, she had died and her body had been taken over by a god-king.
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Date: 2008-03-14 10:16 pm (UTC)The "saving the damsel-in-distress" part of him kicked in once he watched Cordelia. That was his trouble, really. Any bird that needed his help got it, whether they liked it or not. After the glass fell to the floor, Spike was up and holding Cordelia in an instant, frowning down at her.
"Luv? What's wrong?" He looked up at Lindsey with an accusatory glance, although he knew the man more than he knew the girl. "What the bloody hell is goin' on here?" Sure, he knew she was the one who got the visions after that half-demon he'd met once had died, but he'd never been there to witness any of them. He looked over to Wesley, stroking Cordelia's hair softly as if to soothe her, then to Gwen.
"Will somebody get some help for her, here? Pills, doctors, something?" His voice was a little bit bordering on frantic, but then again, the last time a woman had acted this way, she had died and her body had been taken over by a god-king.
Not again. By God, not again.