WHO: Spike and Azula. WHAT: Random interaction. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: The Factory. RATING: TBD.
The roar of the crowd practically fell upon mute ears as Spike reached across the bar for a bottle of vodka. The bartender - Robert - squinted at him, but didn't say much of anything. There was nothing to say. Spike had given him a proper yelling at earlier that evening for screwing up drink orders and now he was giving Spike the silent treatment for it. What a little bitch.
Another outburst. Hoisting himself up over the stool and onto the bartop, Spike planted his feet down against the chair and leaned to the side against the wall. A dark look was aimed toward him from behind the bar, probably because Spike was just sitting right up there without a worry, but Spike didn't respond to it quite yet. The little bastard wasn't close enough for him to give him an appropriate reaction.
The steel cage centered ahead carried a vampire and a demon. They were slugging it out and a quality portion of the crowd circled it's bars eagerly, waiting to see who fell and how much blood would spill before they finally did. Twisting the bottle open, Spike drank some of the burning liquid down and set aside, watching the fight curiously. It was obvious. The vampire would be dusted and the demon would be given the two hundred dollar cash reward. Which was fine by him, really. Wasn't money coming from HIS pocket. It was the crowd that was paying for it all.
The light sound of someone scuffling behind him drew his eyes away from the crowd. Aha.
One arm bolting forward, Spike grabbed Robert by the scruff of his neck and yanked him back. Part demon, the action didn't hurt him quite as much as Spike wanted for it to, so he pushed him forward and happily watched as he reeled right into the wall to the left. As he clumsily collected himself, Spike hopped down behind the bar and helped him up to his feet, pleasantly brushing his shoulders off the second he was properly upright.
"Listen, Robbie," Spike started, slinging an arm around his shoulders, "you're new here. So I'm going to cut you some slack." Leaning closer, his expression shifted into a far more intimidating one. "But the next time you start running around back here and act like a fucking pansy assed bitch? To me?" He leaned in even closer, mouth inches away from poor Robert's ear. "I will throw you in that cage. And I will watch them rip you apart."
With that out of the way, he gave Robert a cheerful pat on the shoulder and hopped back onto the bar. "Go get me some blood. And make it snappy."