It was a good, strong lighter, intricately designed with more care than he had put into the cool metal of his own missing belonging. He took an extra moment to look it over, turned it in his hand after he lit up. Spike took a slow drag, inhaling like an old round of going through the motions just to do something that wasn't walking aimlessly for hours at a time or looking for a fight he wasn't prepared to tackle. When he was through, he held the lighter back out to return it to its rightful owner.
Spike, never one to appreciate the veils between known and unknown, shrugged and exhaled a wisp of smoke to his left, out of the young man's range as best he could.
"If you mean the live entertainment, you couldn't be more spot on. I've heard trash make a better series of sounds." It seemed that the future leaned more into synth and pop than even the early 2000s had.
"But," a pause for dramatic effect, another drag, "if you're referencing the nasties and all the bells and whistles surrounding getting us here to dabble with them, I don't know. I've stepped in worse." Chances were that the man would either give him a good conversation or he would look at Spike like he was insane; either way, he had gotten what he wanted.
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Spike, never one to appreciate the veils between known and unknown, shrugged and exhaled a wisp of smoke to his left, out of the young man's range as best he could.
"If you mean the live entertainment, you couldn't be more spot on. I've heard trash make a better series of sounds." It seemed that the future leaned more into synth and pop than even the early 2000s had.
"But," a pause for dramatic effect, another drag, "if you're referencing the nasties and all the bells and whistles surrounding getting us here to dabble with them, I don't know. I've stepped in worse." Chances were that the man would either give him a good conversation or he would look at Spike like he was insane; either way, he had gotten what he wanted.