Spike bellied up to the bar, tossing a couple of twenties onto the counter.  "Jack.  Gimme a whole bottle."<br/><br/>The bartender gave Spike an appraising glance and went behind the bar, coming back with the Jack Daniels and a shotglass.  Spike decided instead of just swigging from the bottle, he'd use the glass.  For now.  He poured himself a shot and took it, then another.<br/><br/>He let his eyes wander over the inhabitants of the bar.  There was a large group of bikers that had essentially taken over one side of the bar.  They didn't seem to have taken notice of him.  The rest all seemed like local hard-cases and white trash.<br/><br/>Then his eyes were drawn to a new arrival.  Long purple hair and black leather got his attention, and he wanted to see more.