Spike made a face. "I'm broke, mate. Bad enough I have to shag someone to get this." But if he squinted and turned his head, she was actually sort of cute. Oh well, it was a bloody shag, he was never going to complain about it. What could he say? He had low standards and he'd do anything to get his hands on some whiskey, especially right now.
"Well yeah, school's out," Spike agreed as he once again reclaimed what was his own. "Off you go. Don't play with the neighborhood kids, because mummy's waitin'." Spike finished off the bottle and let it drop to the ground. "And don't play coy with me."