A groan of protest came from Buffy. "I thought they didn't let anyone play with those?" A playful glare went to Faith. "They probably gave you a fake one." Nyeh, nyeh!
She looked down, realizing a belt would have gone nicely with the pants. Ah well - "You probably have some nice belts I can steal." She smoothed her hands over the pants where the pockets would have been. "These are a little big, they ride so low on my hips."
And before she could help herself, she responded yet again to Faith and her frustration comment, "Sam probably does." Cue Buffy clamping her lips shut, wondering if Faith and Sam was a secret. "I...I just mean because..." What the hell else could she mean other than he wanted to get busy all night? Crap! Everyone knew a frustrated Slayer could make for very good bed company. Or, kitchen tables...wherever. "He wants people to stay up late, studying from old books." Yea, that worked.
"He's like," And here she did her impersonation of Sam's - which was awful and in no way seemed like him except that she tried to make herself taller on her toes, 'I'm not Giles or a Watcher but since you bunch of idiot Slayers don't do your homework, I'm telling you exactly what Giles would tell you to do. Grunt grunt. Read books. I'm tall and I like computers.' Or uh, something like that." She didn't know much about Sam, but she'd read something on the boards about him being tall, and about his job with computers.
Was anyone buying that? Jared seemed to be disinterested, Faith seemed possibly amused or gobsmacked - or both. Jack was maybe still pouting over the lightsaber deal.
To change the mood and subject, Buffy stamped her boot down on a piece of neon yellow paper. She picked it up from the edges, and read the contents. "What do you know. Destiny is sending us a sign to go check out some... Factory. Or, The Factory." Confused nose wiggle time. "Probably a club?" A shrug. "We should go. I vote we go."
Reaching out to the person she knew the least - "Jared, what do you think? Ever been? Good times for all? You don't have to dance," she added. "Unless, you know, you wanna." He didn't seem like a dancer. But what did she know?