Spike wasn't usually the kind of person you would see in a library, let alone holding a giant book and reading through it like it was nothing. But that is what you would see if you went into the downtown London library. The library was the only place Spike knew of that could force people to be quiet, and that was one thing that he really needed right now. That and he loved to read. For the most part Spike was a lazy drunk, but reading was one of his only passions. Almost all that week he had gone out drinking, but he was out of money to do that this night. So he was sitting in a chair in the back of the library reading a huge book about sci-fiction. He was wearing his favorite floor length leather black coat over his all black attire. Leather black boots, a black button up shirt, and some black jeans. He loved this outfit. Since he didn't have a drop of alcohol in his system, and the day before he couldn't get any drinks, his empathy ability was on overdrive. Anyone that came within 5 feet of him, he would be able to tell you how they felt. He hated this ability.