Buffy + The Doctor
Buffy had just popped a piece of cheese in her mouth when a woman settled beside her at the bar. She didn't sit down, but stood instead with a bright smile on her face. She seemed particularly happy, excited even, and Buffy could not blame her. It was New Year's Eve after all. People were looking forward to a party. Plus, there was a fresh start right around the corner tomorrow (hangovers too), but that was something to be happy about too, wasn't it? Buffy wasn't sure how she felt about that part yet, but maybe this woman was someone already embracing that new chance already.
"Hi," Buffy greeted after she finished her cheese. "I haven't actually, but I plan to. It's been awhile for me so maybe I might be 'horrid' too actually." Buffy hadn't considered being rusty, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd let loose on a dance floor. Had it been with Spike? Probably. The thought sobered her and she took a sip of her Diet Coke, hoping to pull herself back from the slump. "You should totally give it a go. Even if you're bad, people won't even notice probably. Half of them are drunk already."