Reality Bends to Desire

Crossing his arms over his chest, Spike tried not to show his disappointment, though he couldn't hide the agitation in even his smallest movements. He needed some way to vent some of his frustration and anger, and he wasn't convinced that the alcohol would be enough. The doors slid open, and he pushed off of the wall and walked out into the main lobby. A pair of security guards sat at their desk, and two suited lawyers were leaving through the front doors, but otherwise the space was empty of people. "We're almost out."