The last time Spike had been to the hotel, it had been a glittering monument filled to the brim with humans enthralled to various degrees and vampires spending every night drunk on unlife. They weren't real vampires, more of a cousin species created when some poor bloke had his demon expel itself from his body when it caught cold and sneezed too hard, but they knew how to have fun. Now Spike couldn't smell a single human in the place, which was all well and good since he was supposed to be off human blood, but he wouldn't have said no to a sip or two from a willing vein.
Spike ground out his cigarette on the pavement and banged through the doors of the Hotel Dumort. "Time for that drink you owe me, Angel-boy!"
Raphael scowled. Spike grinned. This little vacation was off to a great start.
A/n: So, I had the thought that having these two meet would be hilarious, and this was the result. Not so much with the funny, but it is a thing that exists. If anyone ends up writing the New York City adventures of Spike and Raphael, please let me know because I want to read it.
-Cynder2013