Her palm pressed lightly against some other stranger's hand; she behaved with none of the firmness or insistence with these passing partners as she had earlier exhibited when she had been dancing with Jack. Her insistence was undeniably elsewhere and she was barely attempting to pretend otherwise. The last few partners sniffed and possibly left with the impression that she was simply a cold and disinterested sort of person. This was nearly always the unintended side-effect of her easily distracted nature. Other social norms fell away in the pursuit of one or two goals -- Slayerly ones or otherwise.

But then there was only a partner each between them and Buffy boldly pressed past decorum and order and snagged the pirate by his wrist -- exiling the both of them from the dance and pulling him apart from the crowd. Alongside her. Her other hand reached for the waist of his coat.

"Got you."