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Note: ....*snicker-cackle* Oh, I love you, Riley. I really, really do.
Riley Finn was not stupid, no matter how often Graham liked to point out things that Riley didn't notice. Riley wasn't stupid, he simply had too much on his mind to actually pay attention to the mundane things of the world around him. He wasn't Graham, after all, who simply stood off to the side and watched everyone else make fools of themselves.
Not that Riley was often the one being the fool. Though he did start a lot of things that, when looking back, he really could have done without.
"You're thinking too much, boss," Graham offered. Riley glanced at him, letting out a breath that didn't even bother to show up in the chilly night air. Sunnydale would never get cold enough for that sort of thing.
"Tell me again why I'm out here instead of inside, making sure Xander isn't getting his ass pinched blue?" Riley demanded.
Graham said nothing, of course. The silent bastard. It was a good thing Riley loved him.
"So..." Riley shifted from foot to foot and contemplated seeing if Graham would threaten sexual harassment if he grabbed the man's ass. "Want to make out?"
"That could be dangerous to your blood pressure," Graham replied, his mouth curving slightly into what was, for him, a grin.
"I do not have high blood pressure!" Riley snapped, adding a slight growl for emphasis.
"But you will if you keep up your unhealthy behaviors," Graham said. Graham glanced past him and the kind-of-sort-of grin came back. "There he is."
"Who?" Riley demanded, suddenly on alert. As the owner of a gay strip club in the middle of a one Starbuck town, a person couldn't be too careful. Of course, that might be Riley's Marine experience popping out, but if anyone else had spent a good part of two years being shot at in another country, well, they'd be a little paranoid as well.
A teenager was approaching, with bright bleached hair and a long duster that flowed behind him as he walked. Riley would be impressed if the kid didn't look like a good wind would blow him over. Children these days! Didn't they even bother to eat? ...Not that Riley actually cared, of course.
Suddenly, Riley recalled a conversation he had with Graham earlier that day about Xander. Graham had mentioned that some young punk had been following Riley's favorite employee around. Riley looked over at Graham, noticing the observant look on his face. It was obvious Graham was hoping to get a show. Graham really needed to start carrying around popcorn with the way he used human beings as mini-theater extravaganzas.
"Who's the kid?" Riley asked.
"Xander called him Spike," Graham replied. The boy in question paused a couple of feet away, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"So, Spike," Riley said, turning to eye the blonde. "I heard you have intentions toward one of my employees."
"Don't know what the bloody hell you're talking about," Spike snapped, stalking past and toward the door.
"Oh, really?" Riley asked, grabbing Spike by the arm. Spike looked up at him, vaguely shocked. "What do you want with Xander, then? Hmm?"
"What's it to you?" Spike demanded.
"I just want to make sure Xander's being treated properly, that's all," Riley said in a soft, cold voice.
"You can stop with the bloody interrogation," Spike glared. "Xander and I have an agreement." Spike glanced between Riley and Graham, before leering. "Though you might want to let him know you want him as your latest boy toy. Should I tell him myself?"
"Get out of here." Riley shoved him away, watching as Spike stumbled back. Spike glared at him, fixing the collar of his coat. Riley crossed his arm and waited as Spike stalked away, cursing under his breath. When the kid was out of sight, Riley started chuckling. "Who would have thought? Xander's got himself a stalker."
"Xander likes him," Graham offered.
"Please tell me you're joking," Riley begged, walking over toward Graham. At Graham's expression, Riley shook his head. "Xander could do so much better."
Graham shrugged, obviously not worried about it. Riley was about to continue, feeling the urge to rant, but he felt Graham's hand slide down his back, fingers digging into his spine. Graham, of course, looked as though he were about to talk in great detail about the amazing weather patterns California had recently experienced.
"You know you want me, so please try and look like it," Riley said, fighting the urge to actually pout. Graham kissed him in response. There, that was much better.