"I've got everything you can bloody well think of," Spike responded, stepping back into the living area. "But for now, it's just vodka. Come back on Thursday if you want moonshine; I'll be getting some in from a Shorshack Demon. Quality and all." He set down the drinking materials on the table in front of them and lifted the bottle, almost as though he were tempting either of the women before him to refuse a round or two.
Two women in his apartment. And they weren't named Buffy Summers. That was strange, especially for Spike. He didn't make much with the socializing anymore. Which was a shame, really, because he found that he was usually quite the riot to be around.
Leaning forward to pour the liquid into the shot glasses, Spike started handing them off to Ruby and Tonks before throwing back a glassful and pouring himself another right after.