Dawn danced to the music. It's fierce and frenzied beat gripped her heart and she was lost in it. The guy behind her clearly enjoyed her grinding on him almost as much as she did. She smirked to herself. Dawn knew she could have him if she wanted. Not that she would. Probably. It's just nice to know that.
The beat slowed down and she turned to face her dance partner. Placing her arms around his shoulders, Dawn smiled beautifully.
"You're a really good dancer." She told him. He smiled back at her.
"Thanks. You should see what else I'm good at." His subtext was so not sub. There went any chance he had. She looked at his gorgeous face. Probably.
"So what's your name?" He asked.
Dawn pulled in close and whispered the answer in his ear. She could totally tell he liked it. Faith was rubbing off on her. Buffy would be so proud.
"Why, uh... why don't we get out of here?" Her dance partner nodded toward the entrance of the club.
Dawn's face faltered. Being flirty was all well and good, but when it came right down to it, the memories were still too painful, too raw. Suddenly, the music that was once so alluring, so inviting, became only noise. Dawn stopped dancing and headed back to the bar.
"I'm nowhere near drunk enough for that."
Her dancing partner followed her with a puzzled look on his face. He shrugged and dismissed it.
"Hey barkeep! Two shots." He yelled over the din, flashing Dawn his most dazzling smile. The smile he received back contained no trace of the beauty or happiness it held before.
He didn't notice.