"I think that's how it's supposed to be with some people," Spike said, reaching for his drink as he spoke. "Like us. And then there are the happy dandy people who couldn't give a damn because their lives are just so bloody well perfect, what with their lack of a terrible past and all. Those are the lucky ones. 'Course I don't imagine I'd ever want to be anything like them. Pampered and problem free, sure. But oblivious to the world around me? I think I'll pass." That's what they were. In fact, there were a lot of people out there who were oblivious to a lot of different things. Like vampires, for starters.
He eyed his drink warily. Well, he had downed worse. "Yeah. To, ah...getting pissed enough to stop worrying over the past." He raised his glass into the air in a sort of salute, then tipped it toward his open mouth and downed it all in one go. It burned a bit, but as said before it wasn't the worst he'd ever had. In fact, if he mixed a little blood in that might have been a decent drink. For the flavor, of course. Not the strength of it.