"Don't mind Spike. She's a bit bitchy." Said Emma walking her around the home.
Amy rolled up her sleeping bag and laid down. Earlier, Emma asked her to move in. Even though, she hooked up with Jay a dozen of times, she still invited her. She felt peace for a while until a loud screaming broke. Waking, she stumbled up the stairs still tired only to find Emma passed out. And Spike clearly intoxicated towering over her. Emma didn't twitch but had an arm in a wrap. "What did you do," she gasped. "Nothing you little bitch," said Spike slapping her. Amy fell in shock, palming her cheek and then, glaring at the witch.
"Don't hit her! Don't touch her! Don't do anything to her...!" She looked up at her savior in shock. Sean. Jay...
"Fuck you, you little cunts!"
"I drove and brought him here so, don't touch Amy or Emma!"
Little bastard! Bringing Sean into it now as well. None of their fucking business what she does.
"What I do or 'don't' do to the brat is not your concern!"
"It is when you make it," he growled.
Sean: Spike, it is. He's right. Look at 'what' needs to be fixed.
She sat down with the beer bottle. "Just take her and tell her to never come crying to me whenever she has to sleep under bridges."