"They haven't been Hellmouthed," Lindsey replied dryly as he considered the glass. "This is the way they've been acting for a while now." Whatever was interfering in Los Angeles, setting the stage for the upcoming battle, was messing with most of its otherworldly and otherworldly-aware residents as well.
As if people appearing out of their time wasn't bad enough. Lindsey leaned over to grab the towel that had been abandoned earlier in an attempt to clean the counter and tossed it towards Faith. "You have a little something green on you," he told her, indicating with his finger where and knowing full well what it was.
Demon had probably deserved it anyway. "I'm not inflicting hangovers on anyone. They're willingly choosing to accept my alcoholic offer," he replied. "So no, no reason at all."