"Okay, Glinda," Spike scoffed, stretching out comfortably in his chair. "Didn't know Glinda was a liar or a cheater," he said, smirking, "guess I need to rewatch those old movies, eh?" He wondered vaguely how much pride a young girl like her would take in the fact that she had just scammed her way through a pile of cash. It was a nice and healthy pile, too, she'd probably be able to run off and buy herself a fancy pair of shoes or a hairbrush or whatever it was that women liked spending their money on.
"That was good work you did there," he commented finally, reaching for what was left of the whiskey bottle. "I'm gonna have to have you come round more. Bring in the extra money." Because, clearly, despite the fact that he owned a successful fight club wasn't enough for Spike. Hey, no one ever said he wasn't allowed to be greedy, now did they?