In an instant everything changed. There was entertainment, then there was a healthy dose of what the hell. The latter fell into the what the hell category. Spike's preternatural reflexes got him to Cordelia's prone body before anyone while Gwen set the champagne down on the nearest desk.

Her gaze flicked between everyone in the room before landing on Lindsey. "Okay, what the hell? Do I need to call 911 or is this a normal thing, Lindsey?"