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Mar. 3rd, 2004 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
out_thereOMG. Could Angel/Spike get any slashier? Not unless they start singing show tunes together and decide to join the Fab Five.
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Date: 2004-03-03 04:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-03 04:16 am (UTC)But there was a great scene of Spike and Angel both bitching about going to hell, and having company. And basically bitching that they never liked each other ("too busy brooding", "irritating", "always going about giving orders", "never doing what you were told" and "I never liked you Liam, not even when we were still evil") and then Angel says that there was one thing he always liked about William:
"I liked your poems."
"You like Barry Manilow."
And then, there were creepy ghosties that interrupted before they ended up acknowledging their love and making out... *g*
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Date: 2004-03-03 04:19 am (UTC)"You like Barry Manilow."
Ahahahaha! Oh man, that rocks.