Spike still had half a bottle of whiskey, that was probably enough to get them both through this evening. He came to take a seat beside Nicolas, shrugging his shoulders a little and letting Nicolas ruffle his hair. He hadn't put much gel in it today, it was mostly just a bit of a chaotic mess, he was in a rush to get to this gig after recovering from one hell of a hang over and didn't have time to properly slick it back. He still batted Nicolas away, shooting him a warning look. "Oi, no one touches the hair."

Well, that was a lie, Dru always touched it. But he tried to save it as much as he could. "Doesn't matter about the past, that wasn't me. That was just -- a different life? Something like that. I'm not who I was," He was what Dru had made him and he was very happy with that knowledge. He liked to think the new look suited him. "I'm worthy, am I? Got a lot better at writing, I'll give you that. Too bad I forgot my guitar or I would have joined in a little more."