"Oh, I am completely badass," Spike argued, smirking, "you're just too little and naive to understand that." He reached forward and playfully tapped the side of her face with a hand. He would have gone for the cheek pinching, just to further irritate her, but Spike decided that the last thing she needed was for some vampire to embarrass her in the club full of grown men, demons, and monsters alike. Much more than he typically did, at least.
Leaning forward, looking more than interested, Spike clasped his hands together and glanced out across the floor. Oh yeah. There were plenty of suckers in here. They could make plenty of extra cash if they handled this the right way.
"Seventy-thirty?" Spike scoffed. "Fifty-fifty. This is MY club. They won't serve you anything here without my saying so."