Dinner was finished, and Spike and Twilight took care of the dishes while the rest went to the living room. Spike hummed off a tuneless noise as they listened to the water splashing against the plates while Twilight dried.

“You’re parents are something.”

“I know, embarrassing I mean, I love them, but sometimes I wish they’d calm it down.” He muttered, looking behind his back, hoping neither had walked in at the wrong time.

“That’s not a bad thing. I mean, think about who my father is. Do you think they’re embarrassing? My dad caused human disasters because he thought it would be funny.” She smirked, giving him a giggle. Spike didn’t need to be reminded that her dad was the devil himself.

“True, though, some of those stories; I was such a cringy kid.” He groaned more while Twilight giggled,

“I mean, at least you had a normal childhood. Remember, I’m a succubus and spent nearly a hundred years trapped in a ring.”

“You have a point. However, it’s just a bit strange sometimes. They’re supportive but have a habit of overdoing things. As you can see.” Twilight found a slight chuckle.

“Guess so, though. Like I said, Dad… Discord wasn’t much around ruling hell. We normally had to raise ourselves, except our mothers or trainers teaching us how to become full fledge succubus and survive out here in this world.” She remembered meeting the priest before she’d gotten shoved into the ring. She traveled the world. She passed by those countries and slept with various men, seducing women away from their husbands. She regretted sucking some of them too dry. It sickened her when she left her past lovers as husks. She wondered what her life would have been like if she had never been captured or met Spike in the first place.

Then there were nights when she dreamed that she did the same to Spike, where one day she’ll wake up and find him as nothing but a husk of nothingness. A fear of those questions made her stay awake at night when Spike had slept soundly. Twilight buried her face in his chest as they cuddled.

They heard Applejack’s laughter. It caught her attention as she looked back at Spike, the way he smiled at her. He didn’t need to say a word. Her heart skipped a beat. The long motions as she dried up the last plate, putting it away.

The two of them would soon head into the living room, finding out what was so funny that Applejack sounded like a hyena.

-000-

Spike groaned, waking up the next day; his back hurt from lying on the couch, so he sighed. His leg hurt as he limped to the kitchen, grabbing a drink. It hadn’t settled that he was back in his childhood home. That was until he saw his dad in the kitchen butt-ass naked.

“Gah, Dad, put some damn clothe, son.” Spike found himself covering his eyes. It wasn’t like it hadn’t been the first time he saw his father walking around the house naked. The old man had a weird thing about being naked at home. Heck, his whole life was something like this.

“Oh, relax, son, this is my house. I can walk around naked we’re all adults. It’s not like when you were kids and brought people here.”

“Clothes now!” Spike found himself almost raising his voice at that while his dad nodded,

“Fine, but this is my house. I can walk around naked if I want!” He spoke up while walking through the kitchen, his dick swaying while Spike tried his best not to look at or even perceive. Such a thing he imagined would drive him crazy even if he were now numb to the sight of it at his age.

“Just put on some pants, alright.” Spike groaned in annoyance before turning around to get in the fridge. Shuffling over, he grabbed a drink and popped his neck while he saw his old man heading out of the kitchen and hopefully back upstairs where he could get some pants.

The silence came over him as he decided to go on a run. If Twilight needed to contact him, she could call him, but for the moment, he needed some time to think. He reached over, grabbing his phone and headphones as he left.

He left the front porch and began running.

The feeling of the cool air against his face as he took a stroll, he remembered the time he did this when he was younger, passing through the back ally as he let the music flow in his ears. Listening as he matched his steps with the beats of the song. A long, hard grunt while he turned to the left, where he passed the local Arrow Tax and headed down the sidewalk. Barely anyone was out. The stores were closed at this point.

He was tempted to come back here more often. The crisp country air felt good. It was one thing he had to admit, thinking about how much the air was different between the city and the countryside.

He moved around, passing old-man johns out. Though he had to admit looking at it as he passed, the place had seen better days. He noticed the town was a bit off from how it used to be. The place had more life to it. But still, he kept running. He would go on for nearly a half hour before stopping with a hard groan as his leg finally felt ready to give out.

“Well, that was something.” He groaned, his leg aching, imagining he might have to get some aspirin when he returned to the house. Yet, for now, he decided he needed to take a seat. He looked over, saw the library, and decided to head inside.

One thing for sure, the library hadn’t changed much. The place was just the same as when he was a kid. The computers are off to one side of the building while on the other side. Books lined the walls. The cool air hit him as he stepped inside.

The place was empty, As Spike walked through the library. Examining over some of the books on the shelves. He was hit with a wave of nostalgia as he remembered times being in here. Looking over some of the books. A light chuckle as he moved down the shelves. At the same time, he embraced the cool air beating down on him while he got comfortable.

He barely paid attention to where he was walking into someone.

“Oh, sorry.” He said, finding himself looking over to who he ran into.

She was a simple redhead woman, wearing a button-up shirt that hid most of her features and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Suppose Spike had to describe her. She was the definition of a librarian, trying not to be noticed by the masses. But Spike could see right through it. Instantly knowing who she was as he found himself saying in a calm voice,

“Smolder, is that you?” Spike was somewhat surprised; it had been long since he’d seen her. Smolder blinked for a second, finding herself looking up at him. The shocked look on her face as she took a step back.

“Spike, is that you?” She had to resist raising her voice while Spike nodded,

“Um yeah, it’s me. I mean, how long has it been five… six years.” He muttered while looking at her. Somehow Spike found her looking really good.

“It was six years, so what are you doing in this little town? If I remember, you were determined to get out of here.” She said, crossing her arms, more annoyed as her moods changed.

“Well, I came by to visit my parents. It’s been a while since I saw them.” It was a lie, sure, but it was also the truth at the same time while Smolder watched him.

“Well, I’m glad to know. Are you looking for a book or something? You might need to renew your Library card.” She said as she went back to placing books on the shelves.

“I’m just looking, you know, going through memory lane. So you’re the new librarian; whatever happened to Miss Blob.” He chuckled remembering the old librarian, while Smolder looked over,

“It’s Miss. Blaub retired last year. We had a party.” She said though she gave herself a light smile, as she hadn’t heard the old librarian's mean nickname.

“Well, it’s good for her, heh Glad she could retire.” He chuckled while he could almost hear the clanking sounds of the old librarian’s tea cup as she stirred sugar into it, reminding him of the chains of a spirit screaming for freedom from its eternal prison.

“Well, she was also, though I’ll be honest, hate to see her go. She grew on me a little bit.” Smolder chuckled while moving around and putting the books up. It was those silent moments that Smolder enjoyed letting her have time to think.

“So Spike, how’s your life going? Finally, make it big even after your leg injury?” She asked, finding herself noticing the limp he had while Spike nodded,

“It’s been pretty well. I’m not some famous person.” He chuckled as the two made small talk. Spike, actually moving in, giving her a hand and putting some of the books away for a short bit. Just talking about how their life was.

They had a good time, talking about the good old days when a small voice called out,

“Mommy!” a small boy ran over, almost knocking Spike into the bookshelf as he moved in, hugging Smolder.

“Gemfire, don’t be rude. You nearly knocked someone over.” She spoke, giving him a firm look as the little boy looked over at Spike; there was a guilty look on his face as he spoke up.

“I’m sorry, Mr,” Gemfire said while Spike watched him for a second, the shocked expression on his face as the little boy looked almost like a direct clone of himself from when he was his age.

“Um… It’s no problem. Just be careful where you’re going.” He said while looking at the little clone of him.

“Ok, Hi, I’m Gemfire, it’s short for GemfireBallsmasher… My mommy said I’m named after the guy who invented the telephone.” The way he said telephone made it sound exotic, like he was saying tellyphone. Spike somehow found it cute while shocked by the little boy.

“Well, Al, I’m Spike; it’s nice to meet you.” He chuckled, letting his handshake the young boy's hand. Al reached over and shook it, his smile showing he was missing his front right tooth. The way he shook his hand, Spike found himself smiling,

“Oh wow, little dude, you’ve got a strong grip. You’re crushing my hand.” Spike spoke up exaggeratedly, making the young boy giggle like a goofball.

“You’re funny.” He turned over, looking back at Smolder.

“Mom, are we going to be going swimming soon? I wanna go to the beach.” Though Spike had to fight back the urge as the way the kid said beach almost sounded like he said bitch.

Spike grabbed his side, fighting the urge to laugh at how the kid spoke. It was adorable and funny as all hell.

“Gemfire, I keep telling you it’s beach… Not bitch… that’s what you call a female dog.” Smolder said while she rubbed her forehead like she had to explain this to him once before and had to do it yet again.

“Oh, Sorry, Mommy, can we go to the beach today?” He spoke more slowly, trying not to say the other word. While Smolder chuckled,

“If you behave. But I’ve got to work. How about you go over and play with some of the puzzles, alright.” She said with a light smile to the little boy, who nodded and ran off.

“Kids, I swear,” Smolder said with a light smile as she looked back. Spike nodded, watching the kid heading off.

“Yeah, heh, so he’s yours… When did that happen?” He asked while looking back at the young woman, who smiled.

“Oh, it was about six years ago; it was a one-night stand, and well, Gemfire wasn’t planned, but I don’t regret having him. I wish his father had stuck around.” There sounds to be a twinge of annoyance. Spike wasn’t sure if that was pointed at him or if it was contempt for someone else. He felt a cold chill running down his back.

“Um… the kid looks familiar, is the father someone we know?” Somewhat pushing the subject, Smolder shook her head.

“No, not really. I’m Gemfires’s mother, and if the guy wanted to be in his life he’d be here. Besides, the guy was more of a sperm donor. I can handle myself.” She spoke while she put up the last book.

“I mean, fair unless he doesn’t know, but… well, he’s a cute kid, and it looks like you are raising him right.” He spoke carefully.

“I try my best, but trust me, and he can be a handful.” She smiled at him though she looked at the clock.

“Listen, I have other things to do, I wouldn’t mind staying all day and talking, but I’ve got to work.” She moved passed him and started to head off.

Spike stood there, and one thing he knew, he would have to talk to Twilight. If what he was thinking was correct. He might be a father. Now that thought terrified him, especially with everything that was going on.

Spike would eventually leave the library walking back home, his leg hurting the way there as he limped around as climbed up the stairs.

“I swear, if I see Twilight’s father, I’m gonna ask him if he can fix this damn leg.” He groaned while he walked through the door. It was a moment of silence though it didn’t last long without warning. Fireheart came in calling out,

“Hey, get out of here; we’re getting Twilight’s wedding dress worked on!” Spike found himself pausing there as he shook his head.

“Wait, Wedding dress; there’s no way you found one already. It’s?” Spike moved over, checking his watch. Seeing it was around noon,

“It’s noon; where did you.” He said while, without warning, his mother was pushing him back.

“Don’t question this; I’m prepared; we’re just sizing it up. She’s going to look stunning.” His mother said while she led him out the door.

“Well, what in the world am I supposed to do?” He asked, finding himself more annoyed while his mother rolled her shoulder.

“No idea; go to the lake, go fishing for a few hours; we wanna get this ready for your guy’s wedding.” She moved, pushing him right out the door. Spike found himself both annoyed and amused by that as he saw the door slammed shut—such a thing as he let out a hard groan turning his head.

“I’ll go fishing if I want, just don’t tell me what to do.” He mumbled under his breath as he headed back down the patio. He found himself letting out a long sigh. Spike headed right out, guessing he would need to do something for a while.

-000-

Cain was sitting in the diner, a long sigh as he waited for a cup of coffee, a good drink as he would make his way off to hunt after the succubus. He had a light moment of tapping his finger while listening to the people walking around the small area, talking about their little problems.

The waitress moved in, pouring his coffee; the steaming black liquid smelled good. At the same time, he heard the waitress speak.

“Is there anything else you need, sir?” She asked. She seemed to be rubbing her side, Feeling anxious, like she was hoping for the man to leave while Cain drank his coffee.

“Mostly, I am; this is fine coffee.” He exclaimed while he sipped his drink. He was taking in the taste. He paused for a minute.

“Is there anything you might recommend me?” Cain asked, keeping himself calm, though a part of his was frustrated, hunting down his prey—the fact they hid from him while he tried keeping his cool. Then Abel popped into his head; now, that wouldn’t do. No, it wouldn’t do at all. But he kept himself focused while the waitress stood there, her foot twitching,

“Well, you can always try our Apple pie; it’s got to be one of the best versions around.” Though she leaned in.

“But to tell you the truth, I like sticking my finger and tasting them. Though don’t tell anyone.” She smiled, licking her lips as if thinking about trying one of those bosses.

“Hmm, that sounds tempting, though not fond of you are sticking your finger in there,” Cain spoke while he felt his power running over the whole group.

“Well, if not, you can try our burger; trust me, I don’t stick my finger in there; I’m a vegan and can’t stand the stuff… Would you like to know something?” She said with that broad smile like she had been hoping to tell someone about it while Cain watched.

“What might that be?” This seemed to excite the woman as Cain scratched the mark on his face. The way it itched as he felt her sin and secret desires run over her.

“I want to eat meat, So badly. But I feel bad for those poor animals when someone wants meat. I just want to stab them! Why can’t I have some of those tasty foods? It drives me up the wall; I want to beat them. We need to protect the animals.” She spoke up with a smile as innocent and careful as anyone while Cain nodded.

“I might have the burger, though I wouldn’t recommend stabbing me,” Cain said, giving her a smirk, As he looked over at the others around, feeling the rage the jealousy in each of them while he drank his coffee. “Besides, if you’ll stab someone, do it alone. I don’t have time to deal with the drama.”

“Ahh, alright there, Mr. I’ll let that son of a bitch in the kitchen start cooking it up. Or my Ex, who cheated on me with a man, and I wanna kick in the balls till they stop working.” She said with a light laugh as she moved to the back, walking around as Cain sighed.

“I swear, mortals sometimes give me way too much information.” He moved over, grabbed his computer, and typed away. It was time to do research. He was going to figure out where they went. While going over the apartment where the succubus scent was, he discovered the owner was Spike Draco.

“Hmm, now where are you, Mr. Draco?” he asked, skimming through the net as he started going over Facebook. A short time later, he found Spike’s mother face book as she raised an eyebrow.

My son’s getting married. I’m so proud of him; we’re having the wedding at my house! Cain read this with a slight smirk as he moved over, checking out the rest of her Facebook. She had plenty of things on there, including a house picture. He had a slight smirk on his face while he popped his neck.

“Well, I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” He chuckled while he took another drink of coffee, his eyes glowing when the waitress moved in and brought him a burger. It wasn’t bad, in his opinion, as he took a bite and turned to leave. He was leaving a fine tip to go with the bill. The door slammed behind him as everyone returned to their usual selves, no longer affected by their sin.

-000-

Spike found himself coming back home a few hours later. His Fishing pole is hanging over his side while he lets out a light sigh. “Not a single bite; I guess today was not my day.” He groaned while he moved around, walking through the door; he was sure he had given them enough time to work on the wedding dress. The man was somewhat curious as to how it would look. He stepped through the door. Everything seemed quiet. Almost too soft as he walked through the house as turned on one of the lights. The kitchen was cleaned up, except for a note as he grabbed it and began reading it.

Spike, your mom wanted to show us a local bar called Judoon’s Legends in town so we can drink; I left a note to let you know where we went if you wanted to join us.

- Twilight

Spike found himself chuckling while he shook his head. Of course, his mom would do that, as he looked over. He could make it over if he wanted to; as he put the note away, he remembered Judoon’s legend wasn’t exactly that far away, as he could jog over there. He remembers passing by the place when he was walking to school.

He pondered if he should go off and meet up with them. Indeed he wasn’t going to leave Twilight to get drunk; who knows what chaos that would ensure with her being in a small town, with her abilities. She could almost picture there being a scandal or something like that. An orgy happened the other night at Judoons Legend; everyone was arrested for indecency. At least, that story came to mind as he put his fishing pole against the wall and headed right off to the Bar.

Judoons Bar, Spike, was suitable. It wasn’t far, as he strolled over, walking down the road; it had taken him nearly fifteen minutes as he moved in, pushing the door open. The music hit him when he walked in and heard a cover band of ACDC playing off. They sounded fine as he looked over, seeing a girl sitting behind a small desk; she looked bored out of her mind like she’d come to do this so often. Nothing phased her at this point. There was a moment’s pause as she looked up to see Spike.

“Hey there, you hear for the cover band?” she asked, looking at him somewhat blankly.

“Why yes, I am,” he said for a good minute as the woman behind the desk nodded,

“That’ll be ten bucks, don’t I know you?” She asked, looking at him like she was remembering something while Spike shook his head.

“Don’t think so; I just got one of those faces.” He muttered while he reached around, handing over a ten-dollar bill as he stepped in. The woman just nodded while she seemed to try and remember just who he was.

Spike walked in through the Bar, hearing the sounds of bowling pins being knocked over. As he turned, seeing a bowling alley. He shook his head and chuckled.

“I almost forgot this place had it.” Reminding himself of the time, he was a teenager and got a hold of a fake id. Ordering a few drinks, and when he got caught. Oh, that was a night he wouldn’t forget, especially when the bouncer gave him an ass-kicking he wouldn’t forget.

He passed over the place, heading straight to the Bar. The Bartender was pouring a few glasses, a blond hair bombshell wearing the bars uniform, a tight white t-shirt with the name Judoons Legends plastered over her tits, as she put them on full display for everyone to see. He couldn’t help but peek at them.

“Hey now, buddy, my eyes are up here.” The Bartender said, clearly in a joking fashion, while Spike smirked.

“No problem at all, boss.” He said while the Bartender motioned over, watching him as she was ready to take his order. “So what are you having there, cutie?”

The Bartender asked, Spike only noticing her name tag that read Sandy.

“Well, Sandy, I’d like something to start the nice, simple, so how about a beer.” He reached over, bringing a few bucks and a bit for a tip.

“No problem at all.” She reached under the counter, quickly pulling out a long-neck bottle, taking the money from him, and putting it into the register. Spike moved, opening the beer and taking a quick swig, when he saw Twilight approaching him. She had a smirk on her face as she hugged him, Bouncing in his arms as she said,

“Glad to see you finally showed up.” She muttered as Spike tried not to spill his beer all over them.

“I didn’t think you would be here so soon.” He said while the succulent succubus was holding him.

“Well, I figured I’d have a beer check out my sexy fiancée and make sure she wasn’t doing anything too crazy,” Spike smirked as he moved, giving her rump a good smack; as he gripped it. Twilight just blushed and smiled,

“Cheeky bastard, I can get you later for that.” She smirked while looking over at the bartender.

“Hmm, check out her tits?” She asked with a light smirk while Spike shook his head. He wasn’t going to fall for that trick.

“Nope, just getting a beer. Your tits are good enough for me.” He flirted as Twilight nodded, not believing him.

“Oh, I’m sure you just love playing with my tits, but I will say the bartenders got an amazing rack I wouldn’t mind burying my face into.” She teased while winking at him. Spike snorted at such a response.

“I swear you confuse me sometimes, Twilight.” He smirked while they took a seat, Spike drinking his beer as Twilight managed to get one herself.

“Is that so, Mr. Draco? How do I confuse you?” she smirked while she took a drink, her lips pressed against the long-neck bottle, as she winked at him, teasing him as she wrapped her lips around the tip.

“You’re fine with me sleeping with our boss, but when I had to… feed your sister, you were beyond jealous.” He chuckled, leaning back and taking another drink.

“Simple enough, I was jealous, other succubi can do different things, and I don’t want another one taking you; as for most mortals, I have no reason to be jealous.” Her eyes flashed, giving a lustful smirk. “I can make it where you don’t want anyone else and mine if I desire.”

Spike smirked while he leaned in closer, “How do you know you haven’t done that, alright? Let me tell you a secret.” He chuckled momentarily while looking at the beautiful woman, his Succubus queen. Twilight looked over with a small smile, imagining what he might say.

“Well, I don’t want any succubus other than you. Your sister, I feed, though not without you.” He chuckled, looking at her, the passion in his eyes while Twilight smirked.

“Heh, Spike, you cheesy lover boy.” She winked while she took another drink as she gave him a wink. It seemed as though life was going well. However, Spike nodded but remembered this morning.

“I do have to tell you something, Something I saw this morning.” He imagined he couldn’t hide it. He knew if he tried, it would somehow come back to bite him in the butt.

“What’s that, Spike?” Twilight asked, overseeing him, her head tilting at this point. He let out a sigh and started telling her about his morning run. He went by the library and saw his ex and her child. Spike described how the kid looked almost like him when he was younger.

Twilight would sit there for a second, blinking at him. It was a bit to take in as she muttered… “Oh, is that it?” She asked though Spike wasn’t sure how to respond as he spoke up.

“I just told you there’s a chance that I might have a kid, and your only response is, “Oh, that’s it?” Spike somehow felt astonished by such a response. Twilight raised her hand for a second while she shook her head.

“It’s just kind of surprising; I’m not mad, this was before you freed me from the ring, but did you know about this kid?”

“No, Bit it does—“

“Then it’s fine, she didn’t tell you, and you had no idea he existed, but I want to ask… Do you want this kid in your life?” Twilight leaned forward, looking at him for a good minute like she was looking deep within his soul for a good moment. Spike found himself pausing. He wasn’t sure himself. Could he have been a good dad? What if he fucked the kid up. There were questions that he wasn’t even sure about.

“I mean, I don’t.”

“Spike, it’s a simple answer. Would you want to be in this kid’s life? Cause whatever you choose, I’ll fully support you.” She moved in, rubbing his hand while he nodded.

“We should talk to her first, but if she wants me in his life, I think I can handle it also.” He smiled at her, a part of him, that tiny sliver. I liked the idea of him being a dad. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, so long as he had Twilight by his side. In some ways, he felt like he could do almost anything.

“Well, I’m glad that you understand,” Spike said, giving a light while Twilight nodded,

“Though the thought of you being a dad is funny.” Twilight giggled while she covered her mouth.

“Are you sure I could come up with some bad dad jokes? Maybe get some food? I’ll give myself a dad body.” This caused Twilight to laugh as she grabbed her side and giggled like a storm.

“Oh, you.” She smirked while leaning in closer, “Though maybe if you're a good boy, and after the wedding, maybe we can make a baby… At least we can try to; I’m sure it’ll take a few tries.” She winked at him while Spike could feel his cock hardened. While the succubus chuckled. “So how about it, Daddy?”

There was a moment’s pause as he was close to thinking about it when someone grabbed his shoulder, jerking him back.

“Hey there, are you Spike Draco?” Spike turned around seeing a man wearing a black leather jacket and a white T-shirt. His hair slicked back with a golden blonde look as he smirked.

“Yeah, and who’s asking,” Spike said, finding himself more annoyed as he talked with Twilight.

“Come on, Spike; you don’t recognize your old sparing partner.” The man chuckled while he beat his chest. Spike looked over at the man for a second. Spike’s face turned pale.

“Garble Winslow…”

“The one and only motherfucker.” There was a light chuckle on his face while he grabbed his shoulder.

“So, how’re the years been treating you? How’s that leg.” There was a cockiness in his voice, and he found his eyes turning to Twilight. He looked at her like a piece of meat ready to be chowed down.

“Yeah, my legs are fine, no thanks to you.” He muttered while he pulled back.

“Come on, your still not mad about the whole leg thing that was years ago? It was an accident.” Garble said while he kept his eyes on Twilight, “Now, who is that Lovely lady? Do you know Spike over here?” Garble said with a cocky smirk. Twilight watched him, not giving him much attention,

“Spike, Who’s Garble?” She seemed to be interested in giving Garble much attention. Though Garble just chuckled while looking back at Spike.

“Come on, tell the lady, we used to be on the Boxing team back in school. Spike and I used to be rivals.” The smirk got On Spike’s nerves while he nodded,

“Yeah, we were; then you decided to break my leg with a tire iron so you could stay on the team.” There was a bitterness on his face.

“Hey now, The courts said I was innocent, and we both suffered from it; I also lost my scholarship. So we’re even.” Garble said before he turned, looking over.

“So, got a name, pretty lady?” Garble showed off his white smile.

“It’s Twilight, and my Fiancée and I were talking. Would you mind leaving?” She said, her eyes flashing red as she watched the man, clearly showing her disdain for the other man.

“Whoa, Spike, you managed to get your hand on this pretty thing; congrats.” The smug smile grew on Garble’s face. Spike shook his head,

“What are you doing here fucker?” Spike found himself more annoyed that he was even talking to this guy. The fact that Spike was sure he might end up in jail for the night was probably why he hadn’t punched the guy out already.

“Listen, I simply saw an old pal of mine and wanted to see how he was doing. Is that so wrong?” Garble smirked while patting Spike on the shoulder.

“Well, congratulation, now if you excuse me, my fiancée and I are about to have a few drinks and listen to the band,” Spike said, unclenching his fist. However, Garble saw that with a smirk.

“Still wanting to fight, I see.”

Spike said, walking past Garble. “Dude, we’re out of high school, and adults, I don’t feel like fighting, so how about this, go off and live your life, and I’ll move on with my life.” Ending the conversation while smiling at Twilight. Twilight had a smile that lasted for a few seconds When it turned to shock. Spike barely had time to react, as without warning, he felt a fist slam right into the back of his head.

Spike shook his head. The hit was hard against his head, and he felt himself slamming against the table. The beer bottles bounced over as they hit on the ground. Spike managed to look over, seeing Garble—the anger on his face as he propped himself up, ready for a fight.

“Garble, you trying to fuck up.” He felt his body swaying from the surprise punch. Spike pulled himself up from the ground. The customers are watching him. While Spike wondered where the bouncer was, What happened to them? He groaned while watching Garble approach him and throw a quick right hook. Spike dodged, putting his fist up as he returned with a quick jab, pushing fast, as he knew Garble had a week left.

Twilight watched as she stood up, watching her husband throw punches quickly. At the same time, Spike managed to make a quick turn dodging a few points.

“Wow, you’ve gotten rusty there, Spike; what haven’t you thrown a few punches,” Garble said when he moved, throwing a left hook right into Spike’s ribs, causing him to double down. A hard grunt, when without warning, Garble through a stiff right jab, hitting Spike in the jaw.

Spike groaned, but he pulled himself right up. Such a thing. While Twilight pulled herself up. Such an action as Garble smirked more.

“Come on now, stay down.” Garble was ready to throw another punch when without warning, a beer bottle came right down on Garble’s head, knocking him down. Spike wasn’t sure how to react when he looked over seeing Applejack. She stood there with the broken bottle while looking at Spike.

“Need some help?” She asked, giving a simple look; it was clear the fighting didn’t amuse her.

“Thanks, that will do.” He groaned, feeling himself sitting down right then. He was standing up for a short moment. Garble groaned as he stood up, barely thinking, looking at the three of them.

“You bitch!” Garble growled, looking like he was ready to throw down. He took a few steps when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked over and saw none other than Spike’s Dad looking at Garble, the anger in his eyes like he was about to send Garble straight to hell himself as he growled personally.

“Hello, Garble… are you causing trouble?” he asked while he popped his neck. Garble saw Stormbreaker, and there he hunched down, looking small.

“Oh, Mr. Draco, is there something you need?” There was a moment of pure silence, watching him. Stormbreaker didn’t show much emotion. It looked freaky as He looked down at Garble.

“Well, you attacked my son and called the pretty lady a b-word. I think I have a problem.” There was a minute where he barely even reacted, picking Garble up and carrying him to the front door. Everyone watched the sight. Some of them found it hilarious how Stormbreaker held him by the scruff of his neck. Garble tried to squirm away. But there was no use. The young man was caught in the trap as Stormbreaker opened the front door and tossed him out.

Stormbreaker clapped his hands while he turned back to his smile, the relaxed look on his face as he called out.

“Come on, let’s have some beers and listen to the band!” Stormbreaker laughed while the Bar nodded, raising their glasses. Spike sat down for a minute while he took a deep breath, clearly cooling down from the fight.

Stormbreaker came over checking over on them.

“Spike, you ok? Need us to leave?” He asked, patting his shoulder. Spike shook his head.

“I’m fine; besides, I don’t need to ruin your guy’s fun; just buy me a beer.” He muttered while rubbing his rib. A light smirk on his face while Twilight nodded,

“Thanks, sir, thanks, sis.” She looked over at Applejack, who shrugged and joined them, sitting down.

“No problem, total yuppie,” Applejack said as she held a glass of whiskey; Spike wasn’t entirely sure where she got it, but she drank it with a smirk.

“I swear, Spike, I like this girl. She knows how to drink a fine whiskey and is not afraid to fight dirty. Twilight-girl, you’ve got a great sister.” Stormbreaker said, smirking as he looked over and saw Fireheart dancing on the floor. “Look, I’m heading off. I gotta dance with a mighty fine lady you have fun, guys.” Stormbreaker pulled himself up and headed back over to Spike’s mom. Spike couldn’t help but chuckle, finding the whole thing funny. The rest of the night seemed to go well without a cause.

They drank, laughed, told dirty jokes, and enjoyed each others company’s time before heading off and walking back home and not worrying about what might happen in the world—forgetting about Cain himself. Besides, if you couldn’t drink with your family. What was the point of having fun?

Author's Note

Well guy's I hoped you like this, a fun chapter to write, and heck you even get to meet some interesting characters Let me know what you think as we are reaching some fun trials with this story, and heck the weddings coming right up. Plus I imagine you'll see a fun cameo, everyone who's a fan of Bordello series.