Dean nodded. “Oh god yeah! Just because my stomach is about to explode and totally impress you right now cos I’ll still be alive afterwards, doesn’t mean it won’t be making really embarrassing noises in ten minutes or so.”
He tactfully ignored the fact that she was blushing a little and stuttering like a schoolgirl. Truth be told, he was pretty nervous too. If had been a while since he’d met a girl he liked as much as Buffy. It wasn’t just that he liked the way she looked and though she was hot as hell, that wasn’t the only reason…no…it was far more that he felt instantly comfortable with her. Like he didn’t need to hide things or act like something he wasn’t. He could just be himself…and never need to worry about slipping up any saying something he shouldn’t. Like talking about the existence of vampire for instance! That had almost happened on a few occasions. He had no intentions of talking shop all night anyway but it would be nice to know he didn’t need to mentally check every word before it came out of his mouth.
“So, what sort of place is the bar? I mean. What clothes should I wear to make sure I don’t get both our asses kicked out onto the street?”