Spike laughs at that.  "Yeah, well....Should keep things interesting, at any rate."<br/><br/>He pulls up in front of Dante's.  He grabs the bag of costumes in one hand, wrapping the other arm around Raven as they walk inside.<br/><br/>There are some people in, but it's too early for the real crowds yet.  Spike delivers Raven to the main bar, and a burly, pale-skinned demon with tiny yellow horns on his forehead nods.  "You must be the new girl.  I'm Sirk.  I'll be breaking you in."<br/><br/>Spike raises an eyebrow at that, and Sirk takes a whiff.  "Strictly in a professional way, of course."  He looks distinctly nervous, glancing back at Spike.<br/><br/>"See you do.  And make sure the others know, hands off.  And serve me up a pint of house red.  Put it on my tab."<br/><br/>Sirk nods and scuttles off to pull a bag of human blood from a little refrigerator, and puts it in a special warmer.  Then he hands Raven an apron to tie around her waist.