Cold beer and sympathy
Buffy sat at the bar, wishing she hadn't talked Xander into going out: trying to drive a bus full of squabbling Slayers was taking its toll. The music wasn't to her taste either: Xander had been going through a Country and Western phase ever since Anya had died.
But the beer was cold...
An arm draped around her shoulder, snapping her out of her funk. She turned round, ready to shoot an advance down, and found herself looking at an Orangutan. The ape gave her a look like it knew just what she was going through.
"Cheers." Buffy smiled, knocking her glass against his.