"Well, who's Biff?" Buffy asked.
The woman paused, then said "Sorry, you're not supposed to know about that. I shouldn't have brought it up." She turned and looked over at the two "newly-born" people, then headed over to them. All three of them gathered together near the edge of the pool.
"You shouldn't have said anything to them. They aren't supposed to know," the Hawaiian man in white said.
"I know that. They took me off-guard," she said.
"It's okay," the brunette woman in red said, putting her hand on the woman's shoulder. "We're not perfect. Just try to keep it to yourself next time."
"So, I guess we should introduce ourselves then, huh?" the man said.
The one born of Buffy nodded and said "My name is Daphne."
"Pleased to meet you, Daphne," the woman in red said, giggling. "My name is Sonja."
"And my name is Iwalani. It's a Hawaiian," the man said. "Now that our names are out of the way ..."
"Do we have to do it right now?" Sonja asked. "I want to watch a little more."
Iwalani turned and looked around at the three types of people in or around the pool. The carnal ones, the confused ones, and the angry ones. "Okay, fine. But just a little longer."
Sonja smiled and the three of them watched as one of the newer arrivals marched over to the three in green, giving them hell for what they were doing.
"Stop doing that!" Jacob Foster yelled. "There are children present!"
"Father, please," his daughter Mary said, grabbing onto his arm. "Let's just get out of here." But he shrugged her off. He was going to force these three disgustingly decadent people to stop having sex in front of minors, whatever it took.
Grayson, the Irishman, looked up at Jacob and said ...
