Raven settles herself into her place behind the bar.<br/>It seems like she was right on her previous thoughts and the club's more 'interesting' customers were just that, interesting.<br/>Most were pretty tolerant realising she'd just started, some were as interested in her as she was in them, wanting to know where she had come from and what had brought her here.<br/>The more obnoxious were dealt with simply enough. If they were too stupid to be warned by Raven's sarcasm, a casual scratch of her neck to point out Spike's mark usually worked.<br/>All in all, a typical club crowd......<br/><br/>She picked up the odd snippet of canversation about Spike, grinning to herself.<br/><em>"God, if only you knew what you're in for....." </em>