Spike couldn't get over how unfair it was that the girl could take her alcohol better than, well, anyone. He already imagined she could get through any drinking game in the world without so much as feeling a little bit tipsy. Lucky bitch. All that money to win, if only she had the proper lack of motivation and standards.
"Every girl I know who needs to get away from her troubles has always" - at the word 'always', Spike jabber her sharply in the shoulder with a finger - "felt something special afterward. Nice, fun time with a boy you don't know, no attachments, and nothing but good feelings. Absolutely nothing wrong with that." He leaned back against the bar and ordered himself some blood. "If you're going to be that way, however, there's still hope for you. We get loads of regulars." Spike gestured out toward the floor. "Go make a friend. Get to know him. He'll shag you later."