Spike prowls back to his dressing room, pulling on the robe had waiting just offstage.  His anger is pouring off him in waves.  The performance had been good, letting him burn a little of the beast, use it.  A few minutes later, the little slip of a boy that had gathered his money and costume came knocking at the door.  Spike growls, "Come in!"<br/><br/>The frightened thing pokes his head in, then carefully advances towards Spike, holding the firstful of cash and the costume.  Spike forces himself to move slowly, not to scare him more.  He takes the cash, peeling off several bills to tip the lad, and then takes the costume, shooing him away.  He reaches into his duster pocket, taking out a battered pewter flask.  He opens it and takes a swig of the whiskey inside.  One more show tonight, this one in one of the 'executive' rooms.  Though he intended to get dressed and go talk to Rack about moving Raven to another level.  But first to check on Raven.  He cleans off the make-up, pulling on regular clothes, and sliding back out into the club, working his way over to the bar.<br/><br/>