When the door opened, Spike was cradling a second drink in his hand and found himself looking behind him. He'd known a Dean, but if his previous encounters in this place were any indication, it wasn't the Dean he'd known. All for the better, really. Maybe, with this one, he'd get a chance to befriend a fellow warrior and fighter. And maybe, just maybe, they could commiserate about their women together over a drink. Or two. More would be nice as well. "Well Winchester, stop being so bloody skittish and pull up a chair already. Drinks are on the house." He even was so kind to illustrate the point for him by raising his glass.
"Name's Spike," he said before gulping down his drink. "And I plan on getting bloody wasted." Misery loved company, right? Bad enough that he'd lost Buffy or hadn't seen a single trace of her during his adventures in a bloody Buzz Fizz' song, but he'd lost Lisa too. And Mitchell. But try as he might to hold on, here he was. Some stupid place with no people and dinosaurs. That was, if he really could believe what they said.