Spike had been keeping to himself a lot lately. There wasn't any reason for him to be loud and cranky about Glory's return when he, personally, had a bigger problem on his hands: Drusilla. He was torn in two different directions - one that was entirely set, since he knew what had to happen - while the other frayed into something desperate and dark; the side of him that he'd traded off for the life as a...not a hero. But something that wasn't quite as evil as he'd once been before he had gotten his soul. It itched under the surface for Dru to come to him and right things. That darker half of him missed the old days, back when everything wasn't so bloody well complicated. It was highly unlikely that Spike would beg Dru to give him a second chance (again), but it was more than obvious that he needed to find and talk to her all the same. She was a tough one to take on, he knew that, but someone had to do it. And Spike wasn't counting on Buffy focusing on Dru when she had bigger fish to fry. Like the skanky whore who was trying to off her sister (another again).
He had thought for a moment that he'd picked up a familiar scent, so Spike took on in one direction hoping that it'd lead him to the vampire in question. He had paused on a street corner for a moment, sniffing out the scent, when he realized that he had to head north rather than the eastern direction he'd been headed in. The trail was faint and likely to vanish altogether if he didn't get a move on, so Spike stepped off the curb and began to move across the street. He hit the sidewalk as soon as he got over, then began to reach into the pockets of his jacket, fumbling around for a pack of cigarettes.
At least, of course, until he was rudely interrupted.
I want my key. Oh, brilliant. Well, there went his plans for the night. All Dru related expectations went out the window. Spike knew that he wasn't going anywhere. He wasn't stupid enough to actually believe that this bitch was going to let him run off and continue on his search. No, if Glory was here? Spike wasn't going anywhere. Fuck.
"Sorry, sweetheart." Spike threw his hands out at his sides in a half sort of shrug as he turned to face her. Yep, definitely Glory. He could recognize that lopsided ass anywhere. "I'm all booked. You'll have to re-schedule."