Buffy found herself laughing so much she let her head fall forward onto the bar. "That is the best thing I've heard since - ever. Seriously, I mean," She was still laughing, now coughing as she struggled to talk. "Harmony? Well, I can always set you up with her. I'm sure she'd be willing to bite you. You know, if that's what turns you on. Hell, she might not even kill you. You can be her sex toy."
Even tipsy, Buffy wasn't an idiot. She smirked. "That guy on his right? Yea. He's done fighting before. He's a demon." He looked normal, but Buffy knew otherwise. She'd met him before. Not a bad guy. Though not exactly sociable with her.
He offered her a ride on his bike. She'd never really been on a motorcycle before. Not that she'd be admitting that. She'd probably fall off in this state. "Raincheck. The Hyperion isn't too far from here, walking's fine for me." She felt 'happy' in a weird way (yea, that'd be the rum) but instead of hugging him or anything that bad, she just reached her hand out and stroked his upper arm for a moment, a small sign of affection. One nod later, and she was out the door - not wobbling badly, either.