Note: madame_meretrix asked for spangel in a garage. Not quite a garage, but it’s what came to mind with the elaboration she gave me.

Angel stared at the mangled pile of metal forlornly heaped in the body shop’s junk lot.

His beautiful, beautiful Viper. It made him want to weep. Or beat someone to death. “Do you have any idea what this car cost me?”

“Dunno. What’s your average devil paying for a soul these days. Three blowjobs and a pack of ciggies?”

The glare that swung towards Spike at that moment harkened back to the day Spike had set fire to Angelus’ favorite waistcoat.

Hadn’t been able to stand up straight for a fortnight after that one.

“Actually, I paid with an insolent boy.” As Angelus stalked closer, Spike had to keep himself from stuttering backward, till they were nose to nose. “Think I have any of those still lying around?”