Honestly, she's got no intention of getting that drunk and her joking about going back to the room with Alcide while drunk is an admittance about how much she actually likes him. She wouldn't mind a more private repeat of what happened on drugged coffee, but she'd rather not be drunk or drugged. Not to mention, there's the whole issue of it feels like she's cheating on Spike just by liking Alcide, and Buffy hasn't ever been that kind of girl. She doesn't really plan on starting now. All of that being said, she still finds herself liking Alcide, still finds herself flirting with him. None of that is Derek's problem, but she appreciates his support. She can't help but notice the way that smile falls away, the way it turns into a frown. Her brow creases with concern and she reaches her hand out to rest it on his cheek for just a moment, an apology for bringing up something obviously painful. "It's okay," she whispers, a verbal reassurance of comfort and support even if she doesn't know the territory they've stumbled into. Her hand falls away from his cheek.
She's forced too many smiles not to recognize this one for what it is, but she also knows that it's a means of moving forward and changing the subject, a means of coping so she rolls with it. "Ah now I wouldn't be a very good friend if I didn't give you a hard time," she teases, but it doesn't have any bite to it. "Yes," she tells him, "but I like getting dressed up and looking like a girl." More teasing. Derek definitely doesn't look like a girl. He's a gorgeous guy and she doesn't have to be attracted to him to recognize that.
"No. I mean...I get that and that's really--you're a good guy, Derek," she means that. She takes a sharp breath, discarding the dumb blonde facade that's so easy to hide behind. Concern about her friends tends to get her to do that. "Obviously, we all have something the computer wants or we wouldn't be here," she warns him. "Just don't make any deals or offers. We don't know enough about the computer and this place to be sure how it would use us."
She rolls her eyes at Derek. "That's part of the appeal. We're a mystery. Also, you have a mirror. You know what you look like. That's enough to interest anyone."
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She's forced too many smiles not to recognize this one for what it is, but she also knows that it's a means of moving forward and changing the subject, a means of coping so she rolls with it. "Ah now I wouldn't be a very good friend if I didn't give you a hard time," she teases, but it doesn't have any bite to it. "Yes," she tells him, "but I like getting dressed up and looking like a girl." More teasing. Derek definitely doesn't look like a girl. He's a gorgeous guy and she doesn't have to be attracted to him to recognize that.
"No. I mean...I get that and that's really--you're a good guy, Derek," she means that. She takes a sharp breath, discarding the dumb blonde facade that's so easy to hide behind. Concern about her friends tends to get her to do that. "Obviously, we all have something the computer wants or we wouldn't be here," she warns him. "Just don't make any deals or offers. We don't know enough about the computer and this place to be sure how it would use us."
She rolls her eyes at Derek. "That's part of the appeal. We're a mystery. Also, you have a mirror. You know what you look like. That's enough to interest anyone."