The way Nicolas looked at him was intense, he felt such a strange feeling in his chest, an aching pain like he wanted to just break down all the act he put up and hug Nicolas, happily tell him about his life and his girl and how good he'd gotten at lyrics. But he wasn't that bloody pathetic, not yet. He knocked back another mouthful of whiskey before gesturing for Nicolas to follow him, moving towards his band. They were already setting up, getting ready to play, Spike wasn't sure what he was going to do yet but he had to pick something good that would rightfully challenge Nicolas.

"I get a prize? Goodie, lemme think," Spike tilted his head to the side in mock thought, turning to the other with a playful smile. "Can I ask for you to dump that twat of a boyfriend you have? I assume he's your boyfriend. Nearly broke my bleeding jaw the other night. If not, at least kick him out of bed tonight."

Revenge was always a slow road but as long as he got back at the bastard, he didn't care. He moved up onto the stage and smiled at Drusilla, moving in close to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Look what I found. He's going to play with us."