Oh for fuck sake. Spike groaned in annoyance and buried his face in Drusilla's neck to try and avoid yelling at her. Behind him he heard Angel laugh faintly at the name and his hands clenched into fists. No, no, he wasn't going to yell or start a fight. "Spike, love, Spike. How many sodding times?" Pulling away from her, he didn't meet Nicolas's eyes after that, he just moved up to the mic and adjusted it, tapping it a few times to make sure it worked before giving a song name to Angel and Xander so they knew what they were playing. Nicolas would just have to keep up because he was going for an original.

He stood a better chance of winning that way. Spike gripped the mic and waited for the music to kick in before he started to sing the only other song he had that he truly felt was worth anything. Another love song, still as loud and as brass as it was the last time but the emotion was there, the words fit, everything flowed nicely and it wasn't quite as stilted and awkward as his old poems from school. When Spike really wanted to, he could indeed create things of beauty.