"I didn't know it could do that."
"Good God, I'm going to be sick. Did you have to push it so hard?"
"I didn't realize it was going to spin like that."
"I'll bet you didn't."
"And besides, you can't get sick."
"That's not the point. I can still get dizzy."
Xander continued to watch in amusement as the big sofa chair continued to spin although it was now slowing to a stop. He grinned as Spike made another slow rotation and came to a halt facing him.
"Maybe next time you'll think twice before threatening the comics," Xander said smugly, crossing his arms in victory.
Spike angrily flipped him off. Xander looked falsely insulted. "That wouldn't be disrespect right there would it?" He shook his head and tsked. "Looks like someone needs to be taught another lesson."
"Don't you dare." Said in a deeply threatening voice, accompanied with a death glare that anyone would be proud of. Too bad it didn't really work all that well when the speaker was tied to a chair.
"Oh I dare." Xander planted his foot on the side of the chair and gave a hard shove. The chair whipped around, spinning Spike in seemingly endless circles.
"I'm gonna kill you!"
It only made Xander laugh harder, barely able to focus on Spike spinning in the chair or catch his breath. He kicked the chair again and watched gleefully as it continued to spin just a little bit faster. Watched as Spike started to struggle with the ropes, cursing a blue streak and causing the chair to creak ominously. Spike threw himself to one side, straining against the ropes and the chair rocked perilously on to one side.
"Um….Spike? You might not want to do that." Not that he really cared about Spike but he didn't particularly want the chair to break. The warning was a little too late, not that Spike would have listened anyway. The chair overbalanced and crashed onto it's side, taking Spike down with it as he uttered a yelp that was utterly unbecoming of him. Xander toppled over onto his side on the bed, near hysterics wracking his body.
Gasping for breath and weak from lack of life giving oxygen he glanced over at the chair. At the now Spike-free chair. The laughter seemed to die in his throat.
"Uh oh."
He turned just in time to see Spike lunge at him from behind, torn ropes held in his hands. He yelped and tried to get away only to end up tumbling off the side of the bed, hitting the floor with a crash. Spike loomed over him, manic grin in place.
"Ah ah! You can't hurt me." Although from his spot on the floor, looking up at an evilly grinning Spike, he wasn't so sure. He very nearly 'eeped' as Spike kneeled down next to him.
"No, I'm going to do far worse than hurt you."
"Oh God…"
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"Spiiiiiike! Stop!"
"Don't think so."
"I'm going to be sick."
"Teach you, won't it?"
Spike kicked the chair again, harder than he probably should, sending it into another series of high speed rotations. He sat back and watched smugly as Xander started to turn a little green.
"Yep, still bad."
