Re: Seating: Buffy
When she heard the man speaking to her, Buffy assumed someone had slipped something into her drink. Nobody really talked like that, did they? Once she laid eyes on the ensemble that was the hair, the sweater, the tie... No, somehow all of the weird that was the look seemed to work for this guy. Where had he even gotten the rose? Had he carried one in with him just to give it to a lonely, masterless slave?
"Did you really just say that?" Buffy found herself just outright asking, kind of still in disbelief as she gazed at him, perplexed. She needed confirmation that this guy wasn't some sort of unintentionally drug-induced dream. She'd have to sniff her soda to see if it smelled funny later.