"I think, again, you've underestimated the stubborn qualities of those friends of yours," Spike said, smirking a little, "or have you forgotten about how many times one of you have screwed up and the others have rushed in to the rescue? Or did the whole 'Willow is a big bad witch' phase just jump out of your noggin? They're not going to let you march into any of that on your own again. They might try to actually sit down and plan something out, as we all probably should've done, but they'll bloody well walk with you hand in hand to their deaths if that's what it's going to turn out as and you know it. They've done it before."
He finished up her face and leaned back, looking somewhat satisfied. Reaching over, he pulled up a bottle of whiskey and twisted the cap off. Spike downed some of the liquid and offered her the bottle. "Stop trying to play with the other kids on the playground if they don't want to play. Stick with your mates. They'll get you through this Glory bullshit."