(Un)luckily enough for Buffy, inevitable chaos doesn't take long at all to find her tonight. Normally, a club like this would be the perfect spot to cut loose and unwind; she's gotten down in seedier and crappier dives than this, after all. But the vibe in this place is rubbing her the wrong way, and somehow the rhythm of the night is lost on her.

"Hey, B."

That's all the greeting she gives before she sidles halfway into a seat at Buffy's table, hitting her with an amused smirk that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Feels like you're kinda missin' the point of the whole 'club' thing."

It sounds like teasing, but there's definitely an unspoken question there. Part of her hopes Buffy's just playing the straight-laced responsible chick again. Another part knows better. If Faith's on edge, that's just old-fashioned paranoia, but if Buffy feels it too...