So I just really got into the writing mood, and this is the result. However, before I start, I'd like to take the time to thank my amazing reviewers, especially the ones with multiple reviews. You guys are amazing and I don't think I'd be going on without you. So, without further ado, here is the next chapter :D

Disclaimer: See Ch. 1

Can I Drive?

"Spike, you have to pay for the food!" Niblet exclaims in a whispered yell.

"Fine, I'll pay for it. But if you tell anyone, I'll bite you," I reply, searchin' the pockets of my duster for the rolled up wad of $20 bills. I set two on the table before shovin' the wad back in my pocket.

Bit follows the wad with her widened eyes, causing me to raise an eyebrow and wave in her face, "Bit, you home?"

"Wh-where'd you get all that money?" she asks, visibly gobsmacked, "I thought you were broke and that's why you did all that stuff for Buffy?"

"I, uh..." I begin, sliding out of the booth and walkin' toward the door. However, before I walk four steps, Niblet attempts to turn me around, and for some godforsaken reason, I let her. Oh god, she's giving me the teenage staredown look.

"Well?" she asks, puttin' her hands on her hips and transitionin' to doing a pretty good imitation of my 'smirk and eyebrow raise' expression.

"Y'know what, Bit? I've been way too nice lettin' you ask me questions n' actually paying, so here's where I put my foot down. Now get in the car," I say half-heartedly, extremely amused due to the fact I'm starting to rub off on 'er. I'm gonna love seein' the Slayer's face when she sees the Bit's new attitude.

"I will get it out of you!" Bit exclaims before stompin' outside and throwing 'erself in the passenger seat.

"Yeah, yeah," I murmur as I follow 'er, hearing Sally and 'er friend giggle about how 'totally kissable' I am. Isn't that a known fact?

Slidin' into the driver's seat, I feel large blue teenager eyes boring into the side of my head. However, before she can continue, I say, "Y'know, I've lived almost 120 years surrounded by master vampires, so if you think girly eyes are going to affect me in any way, you are sadly mistaken."

"You mean unlived?" she asks, 'er voice laced with sarcasm as I turn the car into reverse and high-tail it outta there before the two waitress birds come out here.

"Thought that was understood?" I reply, my ever-present smirk prominent on my face.

"Whatever."

After a few moments of silence, I turn the radio back onto the station we agreed on earlier, going slightly over the speed limit because honestly, I'm evil! Niblet doesn't comment on it, and I realize that she's asleep due to her breathin' patterns.

About fifteen minutes later, she wakes up again, stretching as she looks around, "Where are we?"

"'Bout fifteen minutes from LA," I reply, glancing over at 'er as she nods.

"Are you going to answer my question now?" she asks, fluttering 'er eyelashes in a way that's most likely supposed to make me spill the beans.

"No," I reply automatically.

"Fine," she allows, and I can't help but give her 'the look.' She never lets things go that easily. Never.

"What's the catch?" I ask, and a cheshire grin appears on 'er face.

"Can I drive?"

I glance over at her, and can't help but think about how much the Slayer would hate it if I let 'er. And obviously Captain Forehead an' the Foreheadettes will tell 'er all about it when we get to the Hyperion. Oh, how could I pass this up?

"One condition," I answer, and 'er eyebrows shoot up, obviously amazed that I'm practically agreeing to let 'er do it, "you rub it in yer sis's face how much better of a driver you are. And how great uva teacher I am."

"Seriously?" she squeals, practically jumpin' out of 'er seat with excitement.

"Yeah, now stop bouncing before I change my mind," I answer as I pull over and hop out of the car, a bottle of scotch and a rag in my grasp.

"What's that for?" she asks as she practically sprints around the car and hops in the driver's seat.

"Much as I hate to waste crappy paint, I can't let ya drive fer yer first time in the dark with only a foot of seeing space," I answer as I pour some of the scotch on the rag and wipe off a good portion of the paint on the car's windows.

"Oh, cool," she answers as I throw the bottle and rag in the backseat and hop in the passenger seat.

"Now, set 'er in drive and stay inbetween the lines. Shouldn't be too many people on the streets at this hour," I order, flippin' on the headlights before sittin' back in my chair.

Niblet pushes the lever into drive and screeches back onto the road with a huge smile on her face.

"And you said I was a crazy driver," I murmur, usin' my vampire senses to make sure she's not about to crash into a bush or somethin'.

"Shut up. It's my first time!" she replies, letting up on the gas a bit as she works to stay between the lines on the road.

"Hey, from what I've seen so far, yer ten times better than yer sis and she's been trying fer years!" I answer with a laugh, crossin' my legs as I set them on the dashboard.

"Really?" she asks with the grin still prominent on 'er face.

"Really," I answer, not sensin' any other cars for a good distance.

"So, what happens if we get pulled over?" she asks, a slight panicky tinge in her voice, but showin' no other signs of 'er weariness.

"Trust me, I took the most rural way to LA. No one's goin' to be pulling ya over. And if by some miracle they do, I flash a lil' fang and they'll go runnin' fer the hills."

"We both know you can't 'flash a lil' fang' without getting a massive headache from a certain chip," Bit replies with a chuckle, making 'er very first left turn pretty shakily, but managin' to keep control of the Desoto.

"Only gives me a headache if I intend to hurt someone," I answer, swallowin' as I try to think of a way to get offa this topic. I'm still not exactly keen on lettin' on that I'm chipless as of yet.

"Oh, I didn't know that..." Niblet answers with a frown, but obviously sees the LA sign we're passin' since there's a hint of nervousness in 'er expression.

"Meh, not exactly important information. Anyway, make a right up here. The Hyperion should be on that street," I order, and Bit successfully makes the right turn without running over the curb. Bird's a bloody natural!

"Would it happen to be that ugly white building over there?" Bit asks, holding back a laugh as there is finally some traffic.

"Definately looks like the kinda thing Peaches would go for," I murmur before replying, "Yeah, turn in."

She pulls into the parking spot somewhat sideways, but I really can't judge. 'Least she didn't fall out of the driver's seat along with several bottles of alcohol... not one of my finer moments.

"Ohmigawd! That was so awesome! Thanks so much for letting me drive, Spike!" Bit exclaims once we're both out of the car. She then proceeds to run around the Desoto and throw 'er arms around me in a hug that leaves me happy I don' need to breathe. I hesitantly pat 'er on the head.

"Yer welcome, Bit. Now get offa me."

Just when she releases me, I hear a snarl from behind me. After pushing Niblet out of the warzone, I turn around to see my Grandsire in gameface. However, before I can even get a word out to explain, he tackles me to the ground and pulls a stake out from nowhere. Pressing it firmly against my chest, he growls out, "Hello, Spike."

So we're finally to the Hyperion Hotel! Don't forget to review because it, as you can see, inspires me to put up chapters faster than I would otherwise. Tune in next time to see how Angel deals with the Spike situation!