Buffy took the flask back and stopped mid-stride to take a huge gulp. She made a face and a noise when she was done, shaking her head and sticking out her tongue to get the taste out of her mouth. She hated the taste of alcohol, so the fact that she was drinking it at all was kind of a big deal. She didn't offer the flask back to Spike though and resumed walking by his side when she was done. "Alcohol helps," she agreed.
"I can't hide from them forever though," Buffy pointed out, but then she fell silent. Here Buffy was whining about her stupid problems when Spike had been dead only days before. It was selfish and she knew it. Almost without even thinking about it her hand brushed up against his as they walked.