"Hey Anne, Check out the cutie at Table 33." Amanda smiled at 8:45 the next night.
Buffy looked at Table 33 and couldn't believe her eyes. There looking just as broken as she felt was Spike. She mental analyzed the threat to the restaurant. I've got to get him out of here before he does any real damage.
"Well don't just stand there go say hi. I'm personally jealous that he's in your section." Amanda shoved Buffy in the direction of the Blonde Vampire.
"Hey Amanda, since I'm off at 9, I've finished all my side work and rolled all the silverware. Can I take off when he leaves, since he's my last customer?" Buffy asked eagerly.
"Sure, Take it easy okay and get more sleep." Amanda smiled as she headed back into the kitchen.
Buffy sighed and walked over to Spike in Slayer mode, "Spike, what do you think you're doing here?"
"Bloody Hell Slayer, not you too," Spike glared. "What does it take to get away from evil bints long enough to get drunk at a bar."
"You were only going to drink alcohol?" Buffy asked surprised.
"It may shock you to learn that it's an age old custom among lads to get drunk when a girl dumps you."
"Drusilla dumped you after a 100 years. Well give it up to an insane Vampiress who finally came to her senses." Buffy smiled, but then noticed the deep pain in Spike's eyes. "Look I'm sorry. I know break-ups are rough. If you come back to my place without eating anybody on the way I'll get you drunk for free and you can talk freely."
"Are you being nice to me? Why?" Spike asked
"Let's just say I'm feeling guilty about hurting a vampire and want to make amends." Buffy smiled as she held out her hand and quietly she and Spike left the restaurant and Amanda smiled content she'd done her good deed for the day. I knew they'd be perfect for each other.