Buffy listened intently as her friend gave her advice on how to conduct herself on the date. She couldn't help be so nervous.

Buffy's thumbs went into her belt loops as she imagined the piece on her friend's body before she caught herself staring. She blinked a few times and cleared her throat. "Sorry... I think I was channeling Xander again. I think that Will will appreciate that dress. I think I've got a little clutch that would go well with it."

She looked at some of the dresses around close to them.

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This wicked sexy smirk curved the slayer's dark full lips. Ya know, about 8-9 years ago she would've killed to get that look from B. But the world's changed a lot since then. She'd changed. But it was still a hell of an ego trip. She glowed for a second over her little victory. "It's cool," she giggled happily forgiving the Xander moment. Tossing the dress over her shoulder she had a little mercy the blonde.

Now she knew she could stop traffic in this dress. Now for the rest. "Yeah, thanks." Tucking her hair behind her ear she asked, "Say B, think you could help me out with the makeup thing too? I really wanna do something classier than club whore chic, ya know." Poor B was really twisted up over this chick. A little distraction couldn't hurt. Nothing wrong with benefitting a little in the process. But this was not teeny girl bonding. They were grown women. They'd moved on to different people. And yet there was this little part of her that was glad the blonde hadn't left yet, that wanted Buffy to help her get pretty and to do the same for her.

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