Not unless the Ritz is built on top of an abandoned factory. High ceilings, pitch black, safely tucked partially underground where the sunlight can't reach. Mostly it's a whole lot of nothing, a whole lot of factory but one corner of the large room is clearly lived in and someone is stealing electricity. There's a small tv, a rug, a proper plush four poster bed that must've taken some effort into getting down here. No dolls, no dead birds in cages. Whether intentional or not, Dru's presence has been at least partially scrubbed from this dream.
Spike, blond now, back in his usual jeans and tee, turns as he makes his way through the room, walking backwards so he can face Jack with a gleeful smirk.
"Welcome to California." And with that he tosses the bottle for him to catch.
((ooc. It was this or the Bronze but I figured they could do with some privacy! ))