"Frazzled? Oh God, is my hair frizzing?" She reached her her long hair, suddenly certain that the locks were lying flat. "I'm wearing that mineral foundation stuff it better not be fading!" She made a big deal out of breathing in and out, closing her eyes. "Ooooom...I am a centered individual who is empowered with...empowerment...ooom..."
Ah..okay. "Drinks, yes!" She reached out for one of the flutes that Harmony had poured. "Gimme!" she ordered. Once it was in hand, she downed half of it in a gulp. It burned, but she thought it made her look cool and tragic.
Speaking of. "God, I am such a tragic figure now. They might write books about me, like Anne Frank." Yea, Anne Frank wrote her own diary but - Buffy wasn't that smart... "I cannot believe this happened to me. I mean, I was just minding my business and then -" A pause. "There's dirt on my heels! Ugh, gross!" She started kicking her foot around. Then began whining. "Why does everything bad happen to meee--eeee-eeee?" Throwing herself over Harmony's shoulder, she sniffed.