The Bar: Ambrose, Buffy, Eterna, and Allison Ambrose stepped into the party with his arm around Buffy's waist. It felt remarkably right to have his hand there on Buffy, although she was stiff as a board. He had tried to get her relaxed on the way over but he knew the moment they were in a room of supernaturals all bets where off. Ambrose ushered them over them over to the bar area and ordered a soda for Buffy.
"So far so good." He whispered close to her. Maybe this night would not be total loss. They had come in later than the party hard started, mainly because of his meeting later on in the evening. He didn't want to have to sit around and play nice with people that did not matter.