[ He recognizes Spike's voice, and recently, seen a picture. His profile had almost given John a chuckle. He remembers being young, once. The vampire may be older, immortal as he is, but age doesn't always amount to maturity, and youth is often a state of mind.
John doesn't turn in his chair, simply looking back over his shoulder. He's not particularly bothered that Spike's late. It's given him time to settle in, and soften the edges on the room, and in his mind. John isn't a shy man, but it's been a while since he's gone out of his way to socialize. Liquor helps. ]
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John doesn't turn in his chair, simply looking back over his shoulder. He's not particularly bothered that Spike's late. It's given him time to settle in, and soften the edges on the room, and in his mind. John isn't a shy man, but it's been a while since he's gone out of his way to socialize. Liquor helps. ]
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