A little bit of sunshine never stopped Spike from going anywhere he wanted to go. It just makes it uncomfortable and, well, a little more challenging than a typical stroll in the park. Even if a typical stroll in the park for him would involve at least two fights and maybe a song. Y'know, depending on the night.

The heat has gotten to be a bit too much for him, not that he'd admit it, beneath the coat, holding it up over his head, he's still smoking. You'd think that getting a soul would take away some of the other horrible side effects as well. That would be a bit too much to ask, of course. As would him having clothing that fits. Having shown up in just a towel, he's had to make due with what he could scavenge.

And it doesn't really fit that well. And purple is not the color he'd have chosen for the shirt. And he still doesn't have any shoes beneath the blue jeans, which are a bit too tight. All better than running around in a towel beneath the trenchcoat but only by just the smallest amount. The coat is flapping as he stumbles through the door of the bar.

It is a bar, right?