Spike chuckled again, and helped her.  They went off for errands, Spike having a good eye for clothes, and a way of charming the young shopgirls for advice as well.  They managed a sit-down dinner and shower before reporting to work.  Spike kissed Raven as she separated from him to go upstairs.<br/><br/>Work continued as usual.  It was about 10pm, well past the time of Spike's first performance, the 'public' one, when a dark figured pushed through the doors on the dance level.  Looking, scenting.  With a sinking horror, Raven recognized the man.  Angel.  And he looked pissed.