Someone was calling out his name. The voice, however, wasn't one that the vampire was all too familiar with. He arched a brow and turned his head to look at the approaching party. A bit of a smaller figure who, if Spike's judgment was still as on as he thought it was, probably spent a lot of time with a book buried under her nose. She certainly looked the type.
And she also looked a bit like the bird that declared that they knew one another from the message boards. From the future or the past or some alternate time line. Crazy scientific rubbish that Spike would easily prefer to not get himself trapped into.
"Fun? Puh-lease. The only fun thing here is the beer," he scoffed, lifting the bottle up to prove his point. "Bunch of happy-go-lucky nancies dancing around, looking all cheerful-like on account of two morons screwing themselves over in some trapped reunion of their souls. It makes me sick, it does." But not really. He had a reputation to uphold, after all. Pushing away from the wall, Spike tipped his bottle back and took a quick swig from the bottle. Then he tilted his head to the side and gave the girl a once-over.