"Guess so." she said, a super powered Hunter. Slayer, same thing, different terms. "Depends. Not long. Some last months, some can last years. Use to be when one died, the next one was called. But now there are thousands of us. It increases our chances of survival." she'd technically first died when she was sixteen. Thank you CPR for being effective, and thank you Xander for being there in time. Though she was the oldest living Slayer, many of them had been around for years now, already beating quite a few slayers in the past.
"Either way we generally aren't expected to have time to worry about things like clogging arteries and gray hairs." because those two things fell into the same level of bad, obviously.
"Now that I did notice." she mused, chewing on another fry. "I saw him posting when he was drunk. You have no idea how badly I want to see that in person." either spike his drink, or somehow convince him to go shot for shot with her. Or maybe just offer to buy him beer, and then keep on going until he started to feel it. Either way she needed to see it in person for the sake of her own amusement. "Maybe I can feed him alcohol and he just won't notice it until it's too late."