A/N: Just started watching Buffy and now can't seem to do much else! lol Nearly done with Season 3 and I am absolutely hooked. Just a little humorous snippet of how I think Buffy would deal with wayward hands at the club. Enjoy!

Human Behavior

Buffy faced some of the darkest creatures in her time as the slayer. She fought demons and vampires. Battled possessed beings and creatures from depths of the world that others couldn't even fathom. With all this under her small belt, nothing irked her more than wandering hands at The Bronze. Demons and otherworldly creatures at least had the whole lack of a soul and conscience to fall back on. The horny teenager who made the ill decision of copping a feel on the dance floor-not so much.

The first time she decided to let it slip. The dance floor was crowded and there was such a thing as an accidental graze. Xander called them out all the time, although she had her suspicions that not nearly as many were accidental as he purported. Still, there was no reason to jump to any hasty conclusions.

The second time, she still feigned ignorance. Perhaps her pointed dismissal of said graze would discourage the perpetrator. Make him move on to more lively prey.

Third time and Buffy felt that a lack of proper response would be nothing short of irresponsible. She reached behind her and deftly gripped her fingers on a meaty wrist, twisting it painfully as she turned on the owner of the wayward hand. He jerked back instinctually, a slew of foul words slipping from his mouth as she tightened her grip.

"Now, is that any way to speak to a lady?" she said lightly.

"What's your problem?"

"My problem is that you can't keep your hands to yourself," Buffy answered, letting go of his wrist. "Did your parents teach no manners?"

"Whatever," he muttered, tearing away quickly as he shook out his wrist. Willow shook her head beside Buffy and said, "Men are animals." Oz smirked and she quickly added, "No offense."

"None taken. But you know, It's not entirely their fault," Oz said slowly. "Overwrought hormones. Pulsating beats."

"A general lack of common sense," Buffy finished dryly. "And a desire to get a mean Indian burn from yours truly."

"That one looked particularly painful," Willow noted.

"Well, I like having some semblance of personal space. I get upset when that's violated."

Xander descended on the group, jabbing his thumb back toward the restrooms as he said, "The line back there is ridiculous. They really need to get more bathrooms."

"Noted."

"So," he said, smiling at his three friends. "Miss anything exciting while I waited in the longest line ever?"

"Someone copped a feel on Buffy," Willow said, smirking when she saw Xander's face pull with disappointment.

"Seriously? I missed a Buffy smackdown?"

"Don't worry. I'm sure there will be another one before the night is over," Buffy assured him with a coddling pat on his arm. That was the thing about men-something they shared in common with demons, actually.

They never learned.

A/N: As my first Buffy fic, I would love feedback!