SPENCER PRYOR.

Heard this town was a mess while I was away. Maybe I should’ve stayed in Paris.

Without packing Gen and Stefan in your suitcase? No way. Also, it’s good manners to let your friends know when you’re going to open up a rival business. Just saying.

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It had been a couple weeks since Spencer had taken home a rescue dog. Astrid had to write a home visit follow up for the filing but really, she knew she didn’t need to. She just turned up at Spencer’s with a couple coffees and let herself in. “Bitch where you at?” She called out, hearing the patter of paws first off, a bouncy happy pooch that saw to her placing the drinks down and dropping to the floor. “Roux! Oh look at you, you look so settled!” Astrid cooed and fussed over him, giggling as he tried to lick her face. 

Where she’d been at was curled up on her bed with Roux, so she followed the dog out into the front of her apartment with a grin, grabbing one of the coffees and flopping down on the couch. “I think he might have replaced you and Gen as my new best friend. No hard feelings though, right?” She teases, holding one hand out for Roux to come push his head under for scratches.

“Girl, whenever you’re ready, I am,” Gen said with a little smile, before reaching out and taking her hand as Spencer opened up to her about what was going on in the past couple of months. Her face morphed into one of deep concern as Spencer kept talking, lips pressing together before speaking again, “First of all, no matter what’s happening with me, you can tell me. It sounds like Cam had it under control, but there’s no such thing as having too many people in your corner. And I want to be in your corner, bitch. No matter what’s going on. And I know you wouldn’t. I trust you,” she gave her hand a little squeeze, before narrowing her eyes, tone shifting to stern, “But, really, tell me these things.” She noticed she didn’t mention Mateo, though.

spencer is an absolute FREAK when it comes to cars like... wow

she can get down with the classics and the new hot rods like she owns a ‘68 chevy c10 that is her pride and joy but she also has a jaguar f-type r that would make grown men fall to their knees and weep

shes a good driver but as one would expect she likes to go fast lol

favorite color is green, but never lime green lol she likes the darker, more natural tones

she was raised as a hunter by her dad and as such finding out her sister was a vampire was realllly hard for her

she got over it but her parents did not and thats always been really hard to reconcile for her because she loved them and was loved by them but their memory is tarnished because of their feelings towards catherine

she has undergraduate and masters degrees in psychology

minored in religious studies, bc excuse to put her supernatural knowledge to use

she’s wildly short (5′0″!!) and is lowkey insecure about it

also lowkey an adrenaline junkie, but she usually only gives into it when shes feeling unstable (ie in her ‘dark place’)

once when she was human she epicly messed up a cliff dive at the falls and would have killed herself if a do-gooder vamp hadn’t been nearby and given her his blood

“Please do, clearly I need the pointers.” She laughed, playing it off as a joke but a part of her hoped she might actually give her a pointer or two. “So do you own this place or just management?”

“I’m here to be of service,” Spencer assures her, taking a seat on the bar stool closest to Heidi. “Yes to both, actually. I fixed the paperwork a couple of months back, so it’s all mine now.”

“God, I know that I am,” she sighed, just as dramatically. She’d normally push anyone else’s feet away, but she always made an exception for Spencer. Mostly because her feet were never disgusting or weirdly man looking. “Well, that’s good, right? It’s gone,” she tried to say reassuringly, even though the worry was still clear on her face. “And last think you need? Who am I about to kill? Is it Mateo?”

“Oh shit.” She kinda just said in surprise. She didn’t even see Spencer coming over and she could feel the authority coming off of her when ‘Richard’ scuttled off to the other side of the room essentially. “I figured as much but I never want to be on the receiving end of that.” She shook her head. “Or I just really need to work on my threats.”

“And you should never have to,” Spencer agrees, grabbing the soda dispenser from behind the bar and adding a little more cola to her glass. “I’m a firm believer that there’s always something that can be done to perfect a threat,” she says, only half-joking, “I’m happy to give you pointers if you want. I have to give out a lot of them, running this place.”

“Yeah?” She jumped excitedly. “You hear that, Roux? You have a home!” Astrid clasped her hands together, grinning from ear to ear. She was so pleased to see how well the dog had taken to her, like he somehow knew Spencer was going to love him. “Come on then you two, I need you to sign some stuff.”

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: hedwig’s theme (because he’s a witch and she thinks she’s funny and/or original)

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: as soon as she realizes she’s gotten them, but she loses her phone a lot so thats not always immediate

How often our muses text: multiple times a week

How often our muses call: usually only when its an emergency, otherwise they text

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: nope

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

[text 06:48:34AM] I GOT A DOG come meet him!!!

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

He simply nodded, already really knowing that Astrid was a close friend. Considering she had given him a grilling not too long ago, quizzing him in regards to Spencer’s safety. More or less. He could appreciate it, of course. But he also liked the woman sitting across from him now and he knew Marcel did, so nothing would happen to her. “Yeah you know I think that’s a good idea. I’m sure your friend will give the go ahead for that.” he couldn’t see why she wouldn’t. “If there’s anything you want me to do, always your guy.”

Rebekah had taken up drinking. It was all she could do since coming to Mystic Falls, and it wasn’t like she had her brothers to annoy her. Of course she longed for them, but she wasn’t going to admit it out loud. Walking into Hellmouth, she noticed it was particularly empty. “hello. Is this bloody place even open?” 

“So they tell me,” Spencer quips, shutting the book and placing it on a chair inside her office before closing its door. “The regulars are still drying out from last night, apparently it got a little bit crazy. What can I get you?”

“You’re right, nothing can stop you from coming to see me. I just have that effect on you. You can’t stay away,” she winked, before plopping back down on the couch, tucking a hand under her chin and listening to Spencer’s whole experience of the weekend. The lines in her forehead drew together, producing a crease of worry in between her eyes. “Do you still feel like that, though?” 

“Roux?” Astrid repeated, more so to herself as a grin broke out onto her face. If she was pondering names it was surely a good sign, not to mention the pooch seemed to take right to her, just like she knew it would. “What do you think, then?”

The guy who came up to her had been the second guy that night to tell her she was prettier to smile and she was already sick of it. “You know what? I wasn’t made for you to tell me I look better if I smile. I wasn’t made for you to find me pretty at all. How about you walk away before I break your smile, yeah?” She looked at him, giving him a sarcastic smile at the end and waited to see if he would actually walk away.

{{ @vitiatedvampire }}

“Richard!” Spencer calls, a jovial tone in her voice as she claps a hand down on his shoulder. Her grip doesn’t look menacing, but there’s steel behind it that the man in question can clearly feel. “I think the lady would like some alone time. You’ve got one strike already, mm? Let’s not make it any closer to three. I assume you’d like to keep all of your limbs - I know how attached you are to your dick, Dick.” The Hellmouth is known to make good on their threats and Richard quickly slides away, leaving space for Spencer to lean against the bar with a sigh. “Sorry about him. We get rid of the dangerous ones outright, but he's just one of the harmless idiots whose mother never taught him how to talk to women.”