"Right." What a twat. Nicolas looked at him a bit longer than he meant to anyway, then he turned to walk off to Lestat's bike, shrugging him off when he tried to wrap his arms around him and make nice. He knew Lestat would do what and who he wanted to do, but he'd gotten quite enough random abuse for one night. He lit his cigarette and leaned against the bike, turning his head to the side when Lestat leaned in to kiss him. Made Lestat sulk very ostentatiously, but the hell with it.

Drusilla was still in a good mood, taking Spike's hand as if nothing had happened. "I just wanted to see who'd win. He's strong." It was hot. But she got on her toes anyway to kiss the side of Spike's face softly. "You fought very well though."