Sunday Eveningish

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When Xander got back from the movies, with a quarter-full box of doughnuts and a small bag of Wonka's candy, sadly without much in the way of stuff for his Shop homework aside from a bottle of that resident freebie survival kit item 'Special Water', and strangely amnesiac about what film might even have been playing, let alone the plot, he checked his e-mail to find one from Parker.

And that was. Yeah. Darla. In jail = good. Claiming she's got a soul = Bitch, Please. This did not bode well. It didn't even bode neutral. It was a bad, bad, bode.

But she was in jail, at least, so right now? Xander's number one priority was getting his shirt down to the laundry room before those custard stains set.