later in the evening; open to anyone!
Ah, weddings. The joining of two lovers, uniting them until death did them part. Spike was, no doubtedly, a lover. And a fighter. But he was known best for his passionate affairs, starting with the woman that he had spent his time fawning over when he was nothing short of a human. Then there was Drusilla. And finally, Buffy.
Spike had plenty of respect for people who chose to love one another. He did. And maybe that was why he was here. To support just that. Or maybe it was because he liked crashing parties. Whatever the case, Spike was there. In the same worn out leather jacket, scuffed up boots, and black jeans. Hey, just because he respected the wedding didn't mean that he had to go all out, right? He wasn't changing from anyone.
Standing in a far corner, Spike kept to himself for the most part. He had a beer in hand, one that he fully intended in finishing within the next couple minutes.
For now though, he was just observing. He did that fairly well, surprisingly enough.