[He came in looking probably just as she remembered, only less guilty. Trenchcoat, black tshirt, black jeans, black boots, and a cigarette dangling between his fingers. He was a little cautious as he entered, not sure if she'd actually even come here alone or not, but a nod from the bartender gave him the all clear.]
Slayer.
[Simply stated, a formal greeting as he sat himself down across from her. The waitress came over and slid a beer and whiskey in front of him before setting an ashtray in the center of the table. She looked expectantly at Buffy.]
Oh, I'm sure the Slayer here would like something frufru. Likely served in a pineapple.
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Slayer.
[Simply stated, a formal greeting as he sat himself down across from her. The waitress came over and slid a beer and whiskey in front of him before setting an ashtray in the center of the table. She looked expectantly at Buffy.]
Oh, I'm sure the Slayer here would like something frufru. Likely served in a pineapple.