"Maybe I'll tell her to go at you just to see your moves," volleyed back the Bufster.
"Just my luck that the people who tend to understand what I do, are otherworldy types. I'd like to just meet one of those nice, normal guys you read about in books. Not that I...read much. Okay. But - in movies. The charming normal non vampire guys, or the ones not involved in covert ops for the army. Something less...like that. A guy who's like, a vet! Why can't I just find a nice vet with good hair? I don't even care if his hair is good because he uses puppy shampoo."
What he said about this bar got her thinking - which was a dangerous territory for her in this state. "You know, I would have though this wouldn't be my sort of place. But..." She surveyed her surroundings once again. "It's really not so bad. Not even as smelly as I would have suspected. Not saying it'll become my usual haunt. But it's not a bad place to get away from...the muck of my typical life."
She pointed a slightly sloppily aimed finger at Eliot, swirling it around in a way that indicated she was feeling a tiny bit more 'loose' than usual (read as: silly/goofy). "Easier said than done." Then she made a fist and let the fingers explode outwards. "It's not like poof, you can just decide to be one way, and then be it."