"Great." Spike didn't bother returning the obviously fake smile. Instead he grabbed himself a beer, opening it on the edge of the counter with one hand while he fished a twenty from his pocket with the other, shoving the bill into the nearest tip jar. "Have fun with your little singer friend, then. I've gotta go mock the transvestite over there." He nodded in Riley's direction and slipped out from behind the bar. "See you later."