Re: Food tables and bar - for Evie
"He can't, though," Buffy insisted, her eyes flashing. She took another long drink of her next whiskey sour, like she was angry at the liquor somehow. The things Evie described, the pain just for being too far away from him, were horrible. He couldn't really be capable of something like that. "I promise. I'll make him see that he's being an idiot, and it's all just a stupid mistake. And that he doesn't have to, you know, become whatever evil stereotype he thinks he has to be now."
She sighed, frustrated. If only she had been there... "I'm sorry, I just... I have to believe that I can wake him up. I have to. He was always my friend. He was always reading all kinds of things, and I'd run in and bother him when I needed a break from training. He worried about me, and I kept telling him everything was fine. Now, all this has happened, and I feel like I don't even know who he is anymore." She looked back at Evie, figuring the drink might need a break from her aggravated glare and offered an apologetic smile. "You probably don't need to hear any of this. Look, I promise I'll help him, and I won't let him do whatever it is he's doing to you anymore."