Spike rolled his eyes and waved in the air. "Prude." She could deny it all she wanted, but if the girl wasn't interested in finding a man in this crowd - which, all right, wasn't the best for someone like her, but it was a start - then he didn't know how she'd be able to get that bit of warmth and happiness she seemed so eager to find. Was she going to feel anything when she sat around drinking things that didn't even impact her? No. Absolutely not. She needed a good shag, right and proper. If Spike couldn't hook her up with someone, then what good could he even do her?
Ugh. Babysitting it was then. Hopefully this little cheerful act would last more than five minutes.
"Because, little one, letting one into your pants may be the solution to your problems." He was convinced. It was the only answer. "But if you're not going to listen to me, wise and clever as I am, then there's not much I can do for you. Except..." Spike gestured off at the bartender. "Go on. Waste your time drinking for no reason."