Roxy didn't consider herself a normal teenager either. For one thing, she liked to use bigger words and spell correctly. "Oh really now?" she said, turning her back to him and giving a little wiggle. "You like that?" She was laughing now, please to see him smiling and hear him laughing. He face lit up in a way that gave her butterflies in her stomach, and that feeling reminded her of how it felt to kiss him.
She stopped 'dancing' as she saw someone approaching, an older kid who she knew of by reputation and nothing more. Her eyebrows raised when he stopped to talk to her and Xander, inwardly snerking at his nickname for her date. Since Xander seemed less tense around him Roxy forced herself out of her typically judgmental stance as she observed their interaction.
Taking the cup, she brought it up to her lips before the kid could even finish explaining what was in it. Roxy could smell cheap booze a mile away from the years she spent in the south, and though her tolerance wasn't the greatest due to her shortness she gulped down the drink anyway. "Holy shit, that'll put hair on your chest!" Her eyes were watering, and her sinuses hurt, but if she knew anything about alcohol it was that it made people have fun. Until they started puking, at least.