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soldtoarmenians ([personal profile] soldtoarmenians) wrote2006-05-07 10:21 pm

The Perk, Lunchtime, Monday the 8th

[Except not really because this was preplayed and it's clearly in Xander's LJ, yes but anyway]
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Xander? Not remotely nervous. Why would he be? Not like he's meeting somebody he hasn't known since they were too short to reach the bottom cupboard, let alone the top.

Which is exactly why he just poured salt in his latte.

[identity profile] dearwillow.livejournal.com 2006-05-08 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Willow grinned sheepishly. "Oops." She pulled a stick of wand out of her skirt pocket and said "Scourgify," while pointing it at the table. The mess was mostly clean--the mocha was no longer spilled, but the soggy napkins were still in a wet lump.

She looked apologetically to Xander and Bridge. "I'm still learning, obviously. I'll get a new one for you. Bridge, do you want something? My treat."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-05-08 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, that's totally cooler than the newt thing." Bridge grins. "And, um, sure. Thanks."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-05-08 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"...why did you have to remind me about the aye-aye?" Bridge says plaintively.

[identity profile] dearwillow.livejournal.com 2006-05-08 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aye-aye?" Willow poked Xander in the side for an explanation.

"I dunno, the newt thing sounded pretty cool, even if you're not really supposed to transform students for punishment. Not that I really expected anything better from Rita Skeeter," she said, grumpily, then brightened. "So, chocolate and caffeine, who's with me?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-05-08 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't remember, but that's very much an accurate description. Gah."

[identity profile] dearwillow.livejournal.com 2006-05-08 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Willow blinked. "Oookay..." She headed for the counter, and returned shortly with three cups, which she placed on the table. "Warm chocolatey goodness."

She plopped herself down into a chair. "So, Satan's Chihuahua? Did you actually meet Satan, or did he not care so much about getting his dog back?"

[identity profile] dearwillow.livejournal.com 2006-05-08 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Awww. Because you know those dogcatchers from Hell are always a barrel of laughs." She smiled at him. Because he was Xander and he got it. "Were you very disappointed?"