"I'd take that too. Beats waiting for bones to heal."
Eliot hesitated, now taking the opportunity to look genuinely sheepish. "I might've virtually hit on her," he replied, "before I found out she was a vampire." It wasn't looking good for that arguement that vampires were not his type. "That's gotta be strange. You go to school with her and now she's a vampire with a TV show?" Only in this place.
"C'mon. She was talking about her adoring public and a show called 'Harmony Bites'. You come from a place where vampires only exist in fiction, where's the first place your mind goes to?" Or maybe that was just him. "That's smart. Unfortunate that it has to be done, but smart."
With what Buffy did for a living, it didn't surprise him that she knew how to evaluate people. "They just don't share some of the same interests." He glanced back at the group. "Twiggy would run like his ass was on fire. Now the guy on his right? The way he's sitting, I bet you he's done some kind of fighting before."
A few bills joined the pile to pay for the other half of the tab. "You're welcome. Thanks for joining me for a few drinks." As Eliot rose from the bar stool, he held his hand out to her. "You good to go? Bike's only a few blocks away if you want a ride."