"Must be a right pain, waking up every morning and having to look into the face of someone that died in your body," Spike commented. He didn't know much about the body swapping thing on a personal level. It was mostly just with what he'd seen around him. Rubbing at the back of his neck, Spike attempted to get a little more comfortable. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. He just had to relax. And not think about Buffy. Yeah, okay. Like that was going to happen.
"Unless you feel like heading all the way downtown, we'd better stick with this tourist spot." He knew of a few bars there. They probably weren't suitable for taking a young girl, but perhaps that would work in his favor after all. The most they would find there was a good brawl, a few drunks, and a dirty table. Spike's kind of bar.