As far as food was concerned, she'd gone for the not quite as heart-attack inducing route, but not too healthy either. Sweet potato fries were her friend, but she was taking her time getting through them. Having once again located Dean, Buffy moved her way through the people in the bar, managing to not spill any of their shots, even with the alcohol coursing through her system.
Sliding back into her seat she placed both shots down on the table and then sid one over the top of the table towards Dean, a smirk on her face. He he was that far into his burger already and why was she not surprised? "You must really love that burger." she pointed out with amusement before she pointed to the shot with one finger. "Drink up." she eyebrows raised with an expectation before she reached for her own shot glass. She hadn't even brought a lemon wedge or salt for herself, which probably should have told her right there that the alcohol was slowly taking over.
Waiting until Dean had his shot in hand, she brought the small glass to her lips and slammed back the burning liquid, scrunching up her face just slightly. Yeah, she never really could not make a face at straight hard liquor. It burned way too much.
More than anything she wanted to ask how he was healing up after that smac kdown he had found himself in with Alastair, but she had kept her mouth shut. If he wanted to bring it up, he would, otherwise she wasn't going to ask. "And don't forget you still owe me ice cream." the ice cream was key, here. It was ice cream, and if she was promised it, then dammit, she was going to cash in on that.