Eventually, things began to get ridiculous. One of the two demons was so astounded by the girl still being able to sit upright while he himself seemed to be struggling with the fact that he kept asking Spike if Claire was even human. Spike swore up and down that she was. He even asked the demon to give her a sniff to be sure and, after doing as much, the demon appeared to be even more baffled.
Good. It was more fun that way.
It didn't take much longer until two went down to one and one went down to an angry demon who accused them both of cheating until, he too, toppled out of his chair and passed out onto the floor in an unconscious heap. Grinning heavily, Spike leaned forward and wrapped his hands around the winnings that they had all slapped onto the table. Sliding it across to Claire, he slammed a palm on top of the pile and reached over to playfully ruffle her hair. "That," he decided, "was beautiful."