Buffy sat down at a table, next to Willow. The redhead smiled at the Slayer, glad to see her having a good time. She had been upset since Angel's leaving town, still not truly believing he would really leave. Willow knew that Buffy understood it was for the best, it was just hard to deal with; she loved the ancient vampire with all of her heart, and probably always would.

"The band's doing a great job tonight, isn't it?" Willow asked, gesturing towards the stage, where Oz and the rest of the band were finishing up their latest set.

"Yeah," Buffy answered, nodding slightly. She was enjoying herself, just dancing with a few people here at the Bronze, she just couldn't help but thing of Angel, and all the times they had danced together here. Before things could get too somber, the band finished playing, and Oz plopped down at an empty chair Willow had been saving for him.

"How's it going, Buffy?"

"Pretty good, Oz. Still can't believe everything that's happened. Angel and Faith...us graduating. Just...everything. "

"And everything that's going to happen." Xander commented quietly, staring at the door. A tall blond haired vampire dressed in blank pants and a blood red shirt, leather duster thrown over the rest just for the looks of it, walked in. Spike. It figured, things had quieted down in Sunnydale after the Mayor's attempted Ascension, so much that it didn't even seem like the normal Hellmouth Buffy and her friends knew. So, it definitely was time for something to go wrong. Past time, actually.

" 'Ello, luv." Spike drawled, staring at the Slayer. Her blonde hair was down, framing her face. She was wearing a blue tanktop and a short black skirt. It looked wonderful on her petite figure, as would anything. The frown on her face only served to make her look more lovely to him.

"What do you want Spike?" Buffy demanded.

He smiled, and went to light up a cigarette, taking his time answering the question. " Jus' t'talk, Slayer. Jus' t'talk."