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"Fucking bitch. No, what do I care? Doesn't matter what she does. Or who. Not like we're bloody dating or something like that. And it's not like I couldn't go out there and do the same. Just don't want to is all." Spike grabbed the liquor bottle--the one he hadn't smashed against the wall of the crypt--and took a long drink. "Bitch."
Blood splattered across her shirt as the body fell to the floor of The Bronze with a thud. No one noticed, not at first, but as Aspen sauntered away a few shocked cries mixed in with the sound of the band playing. A girl pointed, her tone accusing and fearful.
Spike grabbed Aspen by the arm, yanking her into the shadows of the club. "You need to at least try and be a little more cautious, Blondie. I'm near as reckless as they come and you're making me look like I sit at home knitting cunning sweater sets."