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At the Beach
Feb. 19th, 2006 10:32 pm"Damn. A guy could get used to a place like this." The Golden Phoenix was unbelievable: Tropics is still just as good if not better. It's a tough call and he's glad he doesn't really have to make it: the two places are real different, each one perfect in its own way. Spike stretches out on the sand, looking over at Beth.
She looks so fucking relaxed, so fucking beautiful. He's kind of sad that this is their last morning here, but neither of them wants to run out of cash completely and even though they've split the cost of this trip right down the middle they would run out if they did what they really want, which is just to stay here. Be utterly pampered, live the high life. It's a fantasy, and fantasies are great but usually you wake up from them and face reality squarely, and that can be pretty damn harsh in comparison.
Luckily for him, he's got her. He could be anywhere with her and it would be a hell of a lot better than being in the universe's nicest place alone.
Rolling onto his side, he gives her a private little smile before reaching for a cigarette: he's been conscious of smoking less. Trying to, anyhow, because Doc said it was a good idea. Still, he offers Beth a smoke because no one said she had to quit.
Thank you, nanobots. Thank you, Vincent Volaju. He never thought he'd be thanking a guy who almost killed him twice.
"Hey, Slim." Winking at her, he reaches for his lighter. "We keep coming back here, they'll start to reserve a special room for us." He'd like that. It would mean a lot more bounty hunting, though, and a lot of luck heading their way. Spike figures if he's going to push his luck, it shouldn't necessarily be over some bounty head, though. He has more important things to consider.
But it's the last morning of vacation, and he's going to enjoy the hell out of it. Good thing Beth makes that so damn easy.
She looks so fucking relaxed, so fucking beautiful. He's kind of sad that this is their last morning here, but neither of them wants to run out of cash completely and even though they've split the cost of this trip right down the middle they would run out if they did what they really want, which is just to stay here. Be utterly pampered, live the high life. It's a fantasy, and fantasies are great but usually you wake up from them and face reality squarely, and that can be pretty damn harsh in comparison.
Luckily for him, he's got her. He could be anywhere with her and it would be a hell of a lot better than being in the universe's nicest place alone.
Rolling onto his side, he gives her a private little smile before reaching for a cigarette: he's been conscious of smoking less. Trying to, anyhow, because Doc said it was a good idea. Still, he offers Beth a smoke because no one said she had to quit.
Thank you, nanobots. Thank you, Vincent Volaju. He never thought he'd be thanking a guy who almost killed him twice.
"Hey, Slim." Winking at her, he reaches for his lighter. "We keep coming back here, they'll start to reserve a special room for us." He'd like that. It would mean a lot more bounty hunting, though, and a lot of luck heading their way. Spike figures if he's going to push his luck, it shouldn't necessarily be over some bounty head, though. He has more important things to consider.
But it's the last morning of vacation, and he's going to enjoy the hell out of it. Good thing Beth makes that so damn easy.
