Spike looked up, eyebrows raised. He didn't remember meeting any stuck-up Brits in real life -- because this had to be a dream. Granted, it felt weirdly real, but dreams had a tendency to do that. Spike could never be sure.
He raised a hand, grinning at the other man. "Yo." He moved over to a wall and grabbed at random pamphlet with a curious noise. "Hey, free lap dance. Nice."