"I think most people know vaguely what music is, you don't own it. I just took it and made it better," Spike remarked arrogantly but he knew what Nicolas meant, he remember the first time he heard the music Nicolas liked to listen to, naively believing he only liked classic. It had really blown his mind to hear such music, something that had never died in him. Even now, he could hear the same old songs when he looked at Nicolas. He shifted in his seat, taking a swig of his whiskey. "Kinda all right? Are you fucking mental? That was art up there, sodding brilliance. Well, okay, not the middle one but I had to throw a bottle at that prick, he was getting mouthy."

Rolling his eyes, he set his bottle back down and leaned in his chair, looking at the other carefully. Then he offered out his hand to him, something he'd done a long time ago and he was still doing even now. "Well, mental or not, I suppose I owe you a name, we keep running into each other and all. I'm Spike. You?"