"Don't you think that's enough?"

Spike's distinctive voice rang behind you; deep and slightly authoritative as he snatched the glass of whiskey you were desperately holding onto a moment ago away from you with a frown on his face.

"Haven't you had too much already?" A disapproval hum rang from Spike as he swirled the drink around. He took a swig out of the glass, emptying it in one go like it was nothing. He placed the glass down a thud, his mismatched brown eyes peering down on you.

"Unless you want to drink some more and feel shitty in the morning, your choice." Spike shrugged, pretending like it doesn't bother him. Maybe that'll make you feel stupid for drinking this much.

"Or you can be a little smarter and come back to bebop with me." He lit up his cigarette with a nonchalant look before holding a hand out for you to take, eyeing you expectantly with a raised brow.