Spike smoked as he sat down in the booth, staring at the no smoking sign on the wall next to him with an uncaring expression. He was looking for a large bounty and Edward was able to find out they were a regular at this club and often hung around here on the weekends. He’d have to thank her later, this bounty was 10 Millon woolongs.

As the waiter came to his table, he looked up at their face and raised an unamused eyebrow.

They weren’t a regular. They worked here. Oh, he's not thanking Edward for jack shit anymore.

“Alright, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” Spike said as he pulled out his gun, pressing the cold metal to their head.