But he was still here on this plane of existence in his hotel.
"Oi! Bought more blood, saw we were runnin’ low.”
With Spike.

Loved this. I made me laugh out loud! Spike is such a good foil for broody old Angel.

Had she written it that was because it was in alphabetical order? Or in order of who she dated first? Or who she loved the most?

Ah yes, the eternal question -- and the reason I wrote the drabble in the first place!

They were silent, Spike drinking and wearing a groove in the lobby floor, Angel brooding. Buffy hadn’t mentioned a groom, which was kind of weird. Could this be her weird way of saying she wanted to marry him? Or Spike? A letter as a proposal? Angel looked across the lobby and saw Spike had come to the same conclusion.
“It isn’t you, William, you can forget it.”
“And you think it’s you, Gramps?”

I love, love, love how you've picked out the nuances of the drabble and expanded the possibilities.

He may have liked William’s poetry, but Spike’s singing was worse than all the torture that had been inflicted on him in hell.

LOL!

Angel cursed to himself. “I’ll help. But only if you tell me how my hair looks.”
“Deal.”

Again, LOL. This is great!

“Are we there yet?”
“Spike, we haven’t even left the runway yet. And if you think you’re going to do that the entire way there, I will stake you right now.”
“You wouldn’t dare. Buffy’d kill you.”
“She’d understand.”

This is so much fun. I'm loving every minute of it.

Thank you so much for writing this. It was thoroughly enjoyable, hilarious, and even a "Lady or the Tiger" ending. Bravo!!!