Spike sat at the end of the bar, casually watching over the place from a distance.  This seemed to be the only place people had gathered tonight, so if there was going to be trouble, it'd probably be here.  He glanced occassionally at the heavily watered-down ale in front of him, the only thing he'd been able to convince the bartender to give him for a few of the coppers he had to his name.<br/><br/>He had tried to have a conversation with the man, but the gruff looks he was given was enough to convince him to devote his attention to his drink. He watched the waitress go by with amusement, though more for the man perched on her shoulder than for the attention she was getting from the scattered patrons.  No, what interested him far more were the pair in the corner.  Based on the looks they'd been giving some of the better-looking crowd, as well as the more vulnerable, they could be trouble.  For now, though, they seemed to be just having a little fun, so Spike turned back to the bar.