The demon that was already beginning to sway was looking a bit doubtful. Spike clapped a hand around his shoulder and nodded off toward Claire. "Between you and me? It looks like she's about to collapse any minute." That appeared to motivate him enough to force another mouthful down. Leaning back in his chair with a cheerful smile, Spike glanced over his shoulder to peer off at the match behind him. He had money on the big green one slugging that vampire down in the ring and he sure as hell needed to make sure that he did a good job of it.
It was painfully obvious that Spike enjoyed placing a good bet. Especially when he knew that he was going to win.
A few minutes later and the dizzied demon slumped over onto the table and passed out. Smirking, Spike shook his head and looked at the pair that were left beside Claire. "What a fucking pansy. Can't beat out a little girl! I suppose the two of you will be next now?"
Instigating the situation? Also terribly fun. The demons looked offended.