Chapter 2: Jazz Class
“…1, 2, 3, 4, shake that booty a little more. 1,2,3,4, listen to the music.” Darla McGovern yelled.
“Sorry.” Buffy told the older man as she stomped on his feet.
“Buffy, come on. Get with it.” Cordelia mumbled to her sister. “You’re making me look really bad.”
“Then maybe you should go someplace else.” Buffy reminded her.
“Come on, guys. Follow me into a round robin.” Darla shouted. “Ladies, inner circle…Oh, come on girls. God wouldn’t have given you breasts if he didn’t want you to shake ‘em!”
“Okay, ladies, when I say stop, you’re going to find the man of your dreams.” Darla explained. “Stop….Now, remember he’s the boss on the dance floor (smiles at Rupert as they dance) if nowhere else.”
Buffy is stuck dancing with an old person. She smiles nervously, and keeps on moving to the beat, so she doesn't draw attention to herself.