"Why don't we just take it down a notch and relax," he took off the long leather duster revealing a charcoal long sleeved t-shirt. Spike dumped the black jacket over a chair. "I dunno about you, but I could use a drink."
Luckily, he'd put quite a lot of supplies into the trailer. The fridge was full of food and there was a fully stocked liquor cabinet. He got down two glasses and a bottle of tequila. He poured himself a shot and one for her. "We could watch some telly. I wonder if Passions is on."
The television was in the bedroom, or what passed for the bedroom which was just a door way between it and the rest of the caravan. Spike sat down on the bed and took off his boots to get comfortable. He found the remote. "The island doesn't have cable, so I got a dish on the roof."