"Whoa there, tiger," was the response, and while it was clear that Buffy was only teasing, it was also clear that he was a bit...feistier than usual? Not that she was going to complain, because a feisty Spike was better than an angry or broody Spike. And a feisty Spike was pretty sexy, too. "You sure you want a drink? Or do you wanna go out and look for more asses to dust?"
No matter what the answer to her question was, Buffy still led him away from the area of the fray and towards a few lit buildings in the surrounding few blocks. One of them ended up being a club, luckily enough.
"Alright, so we'll get some booze in you and really cheer you up, sound good?" she asked lightly, still clinging to one of his arms and reaching up to pat his chest with her free hand. She'd missed his presence more than she'd ever cared to let on in the past, but sometimes, and even still, she felt he was the only person in the world who truly understood her. Others came damn close, but Spike always seemed to come out on top. She wasn't prepared to lose that sort of connection, as sappy and romantic-comedy as it sounded.