"Alcohol is never a downer in my book." He always had some on him in the little flask that was in his pocket. Spike wondered if that made him an aloholic of sorts, but he knew that he could get on well enough if he had to live a while without it. It was just a nice thing to have for when life got tough. And life? It was always pretty tough in his case.
Again, the contact made him uncomfortable. He supressed the urge to take advantage of the darkness by slipping away. "No, there's also the graveyard," he told her with a sigh.