<div align="center">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c178/Elvi123/spikeandravenport.jpg)</div><br/><br/>"That fucking stuck-up using frigid bitch!"  Spike shouted for what was probably the hundredth time after leaving Sunnydale.  Toss him money, say he was 'beneath her'.  Well he only had to get kicked in the head a few times to figure it out.<br/><br/>Well no more of hanging about there as the Slayer's whipping boy.  He'd only gone in the first place because he had been too proud to take up the other alternatives available to him to earn cash.  Well no more.  He was going to Los Angeles, to take that job offer Rack had been dangling for ages.  Steady money, and according to him, willing victims who would *want* him to feed as long as he left them alive after.  He could do that, he could take just a little.  So to hell with it, Spike, the Big Bad, was going to be the star attraction at a demon strip club.<br/><br/>But first...first he intended to get very drunk.  He pulled into the first roadside bar he saw that looked disreputable enough.  Lots of bikes outside.  The lurid neon showed a couple in the act of sex, doggy-style, and it was called The Banger Bar.  He pulled in and parked, heading inside through a cloud of smoke towards the bar.