Room 406, evening

[soldtoarmenians]

There was a towel tossed across Xander's desk chair, and Bitterwoman, season 2, on pause on the laptop. It'd been on pause most of the day, not that you'd know that if you walked in. Not that you'd be walking in, because the door was locked, The Highwaymen were not on pause, Xander was flopped on his bed with a book in front of him but staring at nothing, pretty much like he had been all day, and if you knocked, he probably wouldn't answer.

Of course if you had a key...

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

It would be utterly wrong to laugh at Xander when his bibbling was making her more relaxed and happy, but somehow seeing him so-- Xander-- was enough to wipe the last of her discomfort. "There's a boat?" she asked, gleeful.

"And, yes, exactly that. Did I mention that he might have an ego problem?" Parker rubbed her eyes. "It goes with being a genius. You actually think, 'okay, the Queen of Faerie hurt my friend, all I have to do is find her, and then work out how to kick her ass, and it's all good.'"

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Xander rolled his eyes. "There was a boat, and it has sailed. Wave bye bye to the boat."

He shook his head. "I... yeah, actually kinda know people like that. Maybe not the genius part, but Buffy would do the asskicking thing without really caring whose ass it was, if something hurt one of her friends. She's got handy-dandy Chosen One asskicking powers, though, which I'm guessing your friend Jarod is a little lacking in."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Bye, boat. Was it an ocean liner?" Since she was already going to Hell....

"Hell, I get the hurt-my-friends schtick, it's just I know when to quit. Titanium and the Boring One are gone and aren't coming back, and Jarod wants to go find them?" She sighed. "No superpowers. Just very, very, frighteningly smart and focused. Which again, I get, but...."

[soldtoarmenians]

"But smart people can be really really dumb," Xander finished with a nod. "Been there, done that, fought the demon robot. Remind me not to tell you about the time Willow dated the internet so I don't get killinated."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker chortled. "And suddenly, my dating choices seem so sane." She grinned. "So, yeah. If you see him at Caritas? Tell him you walked away sane. I don't hold out hope of talking him out of this, but you never know." She sighed. "And, uh. Thanks. For not being Niall. At all."

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Xander nodded ruefully. "Guy wasn't as awful as he could've been? But if that's the best you can get as a character reference, it might be time to re-think your social strategies."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker snickered, and patted his arm. "Miles better than the Kilted One, though. I don't know what the hell Titania sees in that guy." She smiled a little. "And just for the record, you looked really great in the leather, no matter who was driving the body." Yawning, she stretched. "I should get going."

[soldtoarmenians]

Ok, you have seen Lee, right? And Xander kinda really, really hated his brain for having that answer so quickly to hand, even if the words thankfully didn't make it out of his mouth.

He shook his head, which probably looked like he was answering about the leather. Which also worked. "Crack, Parker. Designer caviar crack. But at least it was crack that stopped creaking by the end of the play."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Heeeee." Parker gave him one last smugly cheerful smile, and said, "You should wear eyeliner more often, you know?" Before heading toward the door.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Uh huh. Hope every thousand years works for you."

Xander closed the door behind her, shaking his head, and remembered to lock it this time. He reached out to hit the PLAY button on the way back to his bed, and returned to not reading about Caspar David Friedrich.