Spike nursed his Seabreeze til last call, and the bouncers began clearing out the customers.  Spike got up, good to his word, and helped with the cleaning.  The busboys swarmed in to help as well, but all the glasses had to be cleared up, the tables and bars wiped down, the chairs put up on the tables so the cleaning crew could vaccuum... all sorts of little tasks.  And Spike helped without being told what needed to be done.  He'd obviously done this sort of work before.