Three men. One room. Only one will get out alive... but then only one went in that way.

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Spike relaxed just slightly at Wesley's words, although he was still just one rude comment away from launching himself at Angel's throat.

"I don't think I'm ever going to be able to get used to the idea," Angel said. "I know you're upset about what happened, but that doesn't mean you should settle for - "

"You are such an arrogant prick, you know that?" Spike interrupted before Angel could get any further into uncomfortable territory. "I know it's hard to get new thoughts through that thick skull of yours, but one of these centuries you're going to have to face the fact that other people actually like me. Some of them even love me."

"I'm just saying he has a pattern when he's unhappy of getting involved in relationships that can't go anywhere." There was a satisfied gleam in Angel's eyes that Spike didn't like at all.

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Wesley didn't know what to say. He glanced at Spike, then went around the table to the other side where two unclaimed chairs sat -- if Spike didn't want to sit next to him, the vampire could take Gunn's chair -- and sat next to Angel. It seemed to make the most sense -- he'd be between Spike and Angel if Spike did sit next to him, and either way he doubted Gunn would want to be sitting beside Angel when the truth came out.

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After a second's hesitation, Spike followed Wesley around the table and sat next to him as the others got settled.

"Isn't this nice?" Fred said, unfolding her napkin and placing it on her lap. "We should do this more often."

"Although whether we come back here again will depend on how well they make a Sea Breeze." Lorne looked wistfully over his shoulder at the closed door. "After the day I had, if they use canned grapefruit juice, I think I'm going to pull a Lucy and start bawling."

The cheerful chatter, which he used to find at least entertaining if not comforting, grated on Spike's nerves, since it was soon going to be dampened if not entirely destroyed. "I should've got something, myself," he muttered under his breath.

"Don't look so glum, chums," Lorne said, fixing a friendly glare on Angel, Wesley, and Spike. "So Angel crashed your party. It's not like we can't still celebrate short, pale, and handsome getting his body back."

"I'm not short," Spike replied. "I just don't need to tower over everyone to prove my manliness."

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