When the shots of Jack were set down in front of them, Spike threw his back in one go and ordered another, knowing it would take a lot more than what he'd already drank tonight to get him drunk. It wasn't much that he was trying to get drunk, but he didn't have anything better to do. Him and Buffy were still dancing around each other and he didn't feel like hanging around the apartment in case Angel was hanging about. So, until he found better ways to spend his nights, he would just have to get drunk.
"Spike." He said, fingering the lip of the empty shot glass as he glanced towards Jack, "This must all be on big sodding culture shock." While Spike had lived through the entire nineteen hundreds and had seen the changes in the times with his own eyes, he hadn't been taken from a time completely void of technology and suddenly thrust into one where technology ruled the world.