Buffy laughed, "They could try to throw us out," she said, "But, I'm sure I could flick off all their security or bouncers with my pinky." She glanced back down at the table, shrugging her shoulders, "But, either way, I'll refrain from causing a scene."
She reluctantly let go of his hand, only to saturate her suddenly dry mouth with a little more alcohol. She could almost see the anxious gears turning in his head. Both of them were trying to decide if going any further tonight would be a good plan. Obviously, their bodies were screaming 'Hell yeah!', but she had to think of her feelings in this instance.
And her feelings were telling her not to stop.
She wasn't usually so impulsive and spontaneous, but who said she couldn't be? She was having more than a great time and those fluttery butterflies in her stomach were a sign that this was more than just some physical attraction. He made her feel like the only person in the world. And frankly, she couldn't think of anyone else at the moment. Her mind, body, and feelings were fixed upon him.
She glanced at her uneaten food, which was gradually getting cold, "Well, Dean," she said, "I guess the dinner and drink part of our date is over. Should we get out of here?" She saw something out of the corner of her eye and she looked out the window momentarily. It had started snowing, ever so lightly. She smiled at him, "Hey, our earlier wish came true."