Buffy flashed an amused smile. “That’s okay, they’re on me.” Ash sat down, looking embarrassed. Buffy walked over to the bar, where an extremely good-looking guy in his early twenties was serving drinks. She gave him her order and had proceeded to drool at the eye-candy when she heard a voice beside her.

“Forget it, he’s gay.” Buffy turned to see a girl impatiently waving for service. She was wearing Stella McCartney and carrying a Prada bag that probably cost more than Buffy’s entire wardrobe.

Buffy laughed. “Why do boys get all the cute ones?”

The girl smiled and extended a hand. “Hi! I’m Danica. You’re from LA right?”

Buffy shook her hand. “Uh, yeah - I’m Buffy.”

“I would kill to live in L.A. – unrestricted access to that many stores?” Buffy had to laugh. “Just stick with me and my crowd and you’ll have no problem here.” The bartender sat the three sodas in front of Buffy and took her money. Buffy glanced over at Alex and Ash. Alex waved enthusiastically. “You’re not here with them are you?” Buffy didn’t answer, so Danica continued, “Because that would be social suicide.” She got tired of waiting for the bartender, took one of the sodas in front of Buffy, and walked back into the crowd.