"Dru doesn't have good taste, she likes everything that isn't simple. Hence that," Spike gestured over to that weird fucked up mess that was about normal these days actually, everyone seemed to love everyone. And Dru never seemed to mind much. "Dru does what she wants, fucks who she wants and we all just let her." Spike smiled fondly as he took another swig of his whiskey and slid it over to Nicolas so he could get at least a little buzz. With a sigh, he dropped his head in his hand and watched Nicolas with faint curiosity.

All he could think about was when he could next play with him. He hoped it was soon, he plays did play so beautifully. "We're a bit of a mess, us lot, but we like to make music and we're pretty good at it. If not a little chaotic. You should play with us some time. Never had a violinist before. We had a flute once... and a washboard. Dru finds us the strangest people sometimes."