Who: Buffy Summers, Dean Winchester What: Believe it or not, a date. Or something date-ish. When: Evening-Night Where: A bar and onward Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
The last thing she had expected was to end up at a bar with Dean for anything other than a few drinks because they wanted drinks. Buffy wasn't one for getting drunk often. Once in a while, but since the whole army thing, she hadn't had much of a chance. Now that she was here, with no hundreds of girls looking to her for what to do next, she had it easier. She still had the apartments, but it wasn't anything so intense.
She'd be lying to herself if she said she didn't find Dean attractive. The fact that they both had lived through some of the same experiences didn't hurt. Both of them know what it was to sacrifice everything for their younger siblings, even if the two of them had landed it totally different places after. But still, there came an understanding with that.
Yeah, there was definitely an attraction. Buffy had no idea what this night was going to bring, but it had literally been years since she had allowed herself anything like this. So since she could afford it, she went for it. They'd ended up at a bar, she couldn't even remember the name of it but it looked nice enough, though not overly fancy. Just laid back.
She had no idea how many beers she was in now, she was doing alright, all things considered. She'd gone to the bar, tequila shots were needed. When she had them, she stepped away, and looked around the crowed of people to see where she had left Dean.