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Tuesday evening, and Spins was listening to Other, a punk band that had been playing at one of his usual hang outs lately and had talked him into buying a CD. It was... horrible, and lacking in the charm that the lead singers stage presence managed to give them live. But Spins didn't mind, happily screaming along as he finished doing his very best half assed job at cleaning up the place. Not that it was a mess to start, really. Jaden never let it get too bad.

Jaden was at a boyfriend's place. One of the long lasting ones, that Spins was A. comfortable with and B. had had a few words with about Jaden's current state of mind. He was confident that there wouldn't be any urgent phone calls this time.

Spins had decided that they were going to have dinner. He was a fairly good cook, the skill something he had picked up in the initial days after Jaden had moved in with him. Caring for a highly finicky near invalid taught one some unusual recepies. He had picked up, through careful questions, that Dom wasn't much of a cook herself.

So, in return for the gunfight, Spins had decided that they were going to make dinner together. It would, he hoped, be fun. If not, well, they'd do something else.

He hadn't told Dom his plans yet, only invited her over. He was currently waiting for her to arrive.

Spencer kicked the Stop button on the stereo when the buzzer sounded, cutting the band's singer off mid-scream. Well, that was enough of that, wasn't it. It didn't seem like the sort of music that mob bosses listened too. What did she listen too? The pitiful cries of her conquered enemies?

Yeah, that sounded about right. Well... if the night went well there'd be cries of some sort.

Heh. He smiled easily as he buzzed her up. Getting ahead of himself there but not caring because hell, why not. This was date three. She'd forgiven him even Jaden. And honestly, at the moment, he was just missing her company. He liked being around Dom.

Odd feeling. A bit discomfiting. He liked people, that was true. But he liked people the way he liked toys. They entertained, kept him busy. Jaden was the only real exception to that.

Jaden and...

Damn, he was getting ahead of himself. She'd be up the stairs any second. Mind in the game, dammit.

There should have been something, shouldn't there have? The knock on the door should have brought a fluttering of nerves, a quickening of the blood. Spins started to grin.

He waited a breath before opening the door, not hesitating for effect but instead glancing once more over his shoulder to make sure that the apartment hadn't destroyed itself while he wasn't looking. He wouldn't put it past the place.

That settled, he opened the door.

"Dominique. Glad you weren't shot on your way over." He stepped out of the doorway while he greeted her, allowing her access to the apartment.

There wasn't much to see. There was a small kitchen, a living room decorated mostly in shades of red, and a hallway leading down to the two bedrooms and the bathroom.

The kitchen showed some signs of use, as Spins had been preparing before Dom arrived. There was a cookbook out and open, some vegetables scattered about the counter.

Mmm, food.

"Hitmen in the living room?" Spins feigned shock as he allowed Dom to get a look at the apartment. Now that she'd arrived, any residual sense that this might not be such a good idea quickly faded. Hell, it'd rock, or she'd kill him. That was how it was supposed to be. Anyway, he wanted to see her off her stride, if only a little. Perhaps the kitchen would be somewhere that she wouldn't be so fully in control.

"C'mon. As long as you're going to kill me personally, I'll promise to do the same." He was grinning that wild, fang bearing grin. "You might want to kill me tonight. We'll see."

He made a broad gesture encompassing the apartment, but ending pointedly at the kitchen. "Tonight, you and I are cooking. Nothing difficult. Lasagna and chocolate fondue."

He rolled his shoulders, a relaxed motion, heading not immediately toward the kitchen, but instead to his sound system, resting his hand lightly on the top of the stereo. His fingers, being his, immediately began to drum against the plastic, beating out a quick little rhythm against the plastic.

"What do mob bosses like to listen to?" He watched her from there, waiting to see her reaction to his plans for the evening.

'Whatever' it was then. Spins had already pawed through Jaden's music collection, and found a variety that was unlikely to be offensive to normal human ears. For today he'd leave 'Nails on Chalkboard: An Opus' out of the CD player. That was more fun to listen to when Jaden was home, anyway.

Straightening, he turned back toward Dom and the kitchen, a smile playing at the edges of his lips. He seemed calm, for him. Perhaps it was the cozy home environment. Most likely, it was the fact that he'd found some time to get to the gym earlier, and work out at least a little of his usual energy. And it helped that the moon was new in the sky, burying some of his most feral instincts deep.

"Good thing the noodles are already boiled, then," he replied. He set his hand lightly in the small of her back, and pushed her gently toward the kitchen. Mostly, an excuse to touch her.

"Here." Reaching onto the counter, he grabbed the knife block and slid it over to them. "Chopping things up should be your style, yeah?"

A low, rough chuckle. "Pretend the vegetables owe you money."

Spencer did not simply stand after introducing Dom to the veggies, he darted around the kitchen grabbing pots and spices, preparing to make the sauce for their intended meal. Which didn't mean he wasn't listening.

That wild, ridiculous grin started to sneak onto his lips as Dom pretended hurt, and he stopped sorting though spices to turn and listen to her.

Oh, so she was playing at being wounded, was she? Well, Spins loved to play. Probably more than anyone should enjoy it.

Even as she finished speaking and returned to the task at hand, Spins let his expression fall into one of shock and fear.

And then he fell to his knees. "Mistress Dominque, how could have I been so foolish! To even imply that you might take such a haphazard and messy approach to your work. I am sorry, contrite, apologetic even."

He peered up at her than, brown eyes looking through irridecent red lashes. "Forgive me. I will do whatever it takes to earn your favor again!"

Maybe he should have flinched. There was a knife kissing the top of his ear, and if Dom was playing, the look in her eyes said that she was perfectly ready to play rough.

What he certainly shouldn't have been doing was grinning ear to ear like an idiot, almost seeming to purr into the knife as he did so. "You can have it, if you want it," He said. "I've got two."

A shrug then, though he carefully kept his head motionless. "Are you still going to want to be seen with me, though? Horned, sparkly and earless?"

"Not sure how bloodloss is going to effect my cooking, either." He was still smiling. "But who knows, could make it better. Just use a different knife for the zucchini. There'll be enough meat in the lasagna already."

"Mmm..." Spins reached up to touch his now bleeding ear. Blood. His blood. A mongrel's blood, and it'd never caused him anything but trouble. Ahh well. What other way was there to live, but walking hand in hand with death? He smiled at his hand and licked the red fluid off his fingertips, no longer mindful of that which still dripped down his ear.

"Kiss me better?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. It was clear enough, from the smirk at his lips, that it wasn't his ear he wanted kissed. "Or worse, if you want."

If he was aware that she was still armed, it didn't seem of particular concern to him. He stood then, rising into the space that was clearly labeled 'mob boss's personal bubble, do not cross this line'.

"Kiss me and you can have both my ears. Keep the symmetry."