What happens next?

"Buffy" talks some more to Xander

Buffy's performance was so popular with the audience that the club manager hired her as soon as she got off the stage. She just smiled as she filled out the necessary paperwork, signing it with a false name, and then smiled again when she went into the dressing room to change into her regular clothes.

When she left the dressing room, she passed by Xander.

"I wanna talk to you, Buffy," said Xander.

"You still want that lap dance, I see," said Buffy. "Maybe tomorrow night. Right now I'm tired."

Xander grabbed her arm. "I wanna talk to you now."

"Okay," said Buffy. "But if you grab me like that again, I'm gonna to call a bouncer."

"Buffy, I'm sorry," said Xander. "But there's obviously something wrong with you. I don't know what it is but you're not acting normal."

"Oooo, I'm not acting normal?" said Buffy derisively. "Do you really think it's 'normal' for you to hurl accusations like that at every strange girl you meet. And by the way, you really should stop calling me Buffy if you expect me to listen to you."

"Okay," said Xander. "Have it your way, 'Anne'. We need to talk."

"Okay," said Buffy. "Let's go talk in that corner over there. The one furtherest from the stage."

Xander followed her to the corner in question and sat down at the small table located there.

"Be right back," said Buffy and then she scurried off to the DJ booth where she handed the DJ a wad of bills and then whispered in his ear. As she walked back to Xander, the first notes of an old Patsy Cline song started playing.

"You remembered," said Xander as Buffy started to move in time with the music. "But as nice as this is, this... er, this... this -- sorry, I'm a bit distracted right now -- is not what I meant by 'talk'."

"Sure it isn't," said Buffy as she started to unbutton her blouse. "That's what they all say."