There's work and then there's work.
He's done with the first kind, the kind he gets paid for, said goodnight to the drunk assholes lining the bar and Koji behind the bar and the girls whose names he's learning and whom he might even consider friends at some point--Candi and Jade and Hope. He's said goodnight to them all. Tonight was a good night--the drunk assholes didn't get too handsy or at all violent and he really didn't have to do much for the paycheck. So that work is over.
But work isn't over. He's not going home yet. He knows it when the thing slides toward him out of the alley's shadows, yellow eyes glowing and face a bumpy mess.
It's a look that, if he were honest, he thinks works quite well for Spike. Not so much for anyone else.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." He manages to send it flying back with a kick to the stomach, but he doesn't have anything even vaguely stake-like, and when he casts a quick glance around he doesn't see anything that would work. The vampire snarls, coils itself to spring again.
This is not ideal.
"I just finished my shift," he says, backing slowly up. He can't go back into the club--the last thing he needs to do is lure this thing into a crowd of civilians, much less one where he works. "Your timing fucking sucks."
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