Spike goes through his normal routine of coming home after having some drinks.

This piece is probably more about getting a feeling out into the cosmos than being something written well, I'll be honest. I could take time and care, and maybe clean this up into something respectable, but it would lose so much taking that route that I have no desire to do such.

It's probably a little too on the nose, but that's the way I feel things; not with my mind, not with the scalpel, but with the heart, the maul.

Pic credit goes to Hal, over on the derpi. I've got a Twitter link if anyone likes, but it's nsfw so tread lightly