Spike wasn't terribly shocked when the vampires stood up in defense at the mere sight of him. He got that reaction a lot. It was sort of funny when they made their appearances at his club sometimes, all looking to pick a fight with him in the cages. He'd allow them the courtesy every now and again, but most of the time Spike just took them on right then and there. Got dirty, showed them that he wasn't one to be fucked with. Yeah, he was a traitor to his kind. What did they expect from a vampire with a soul? For him to keep on with the killing? To pretend that all was fine and well with the way that he had been? The way that he had been. Once he was one of the most feared vampires known to man.
Now he served drinks and refereed fights. Amazing, wasn't it?
Spike gave the vampire that had decided to run his mouth a once-over. He was a funny looking one. Probably would be quick, from the look of his build, but Spike was older and faster. Plus, he had the black-eyed girl on his team. No problems here.
"Say it again," Spike said with a wink, stepping in closer so that he was in the face of the speaker, "but make it more dirty this time."
The vampire swung for his head. Spike lunged back and lifted a leg to kick the moron in the stomach. The result was instant: he went soaring back into the few trashcans that were still standing. His friends didn't like that at all.