Buffy took the bottle without a moment of hesitation, downing a good amount of it and making a bit of a face as it burned a hot path down her throat. She wasn't used to hard liquor, but that didn't stop her from drinking it. Handing back the bottle, she took it upon herself to sit down next to the other Slayer, looking out at the dark city surrounding them.
"I wonder about all that stuff every day of my life. But it's been getting worse. We've never actually been looked down on for being what we are. By the bad guys, sure, but that's to be expected. But people who are supposed to be on the same side as us?" She shook her head, her own expression becoming bitter. "I'm this close to moving back out of that damn hotel and just doing everything myself. I don't wanna rely on these kind of people to let me know when something's going on. I wanna find out myself, or through one of the old gang, and take care of it the way we all see fit. Like it used to be."
Buffy had been longing for the ways things used to be for quite a while. She'd never really told many people about it. In fact, Spike was probably the only one who knew she felt that way as strongly as she did. But now she was telling Faith.