Flamingo A-4, Thursday evening

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander is sitting on his bed cross-legged, laptop open in front of him. That owl thing was...yeah, ok, it had to be said - for the birds, so even if it means he has to trek up to school to actually send it, his next letter out is going by e-mail. Which he can at least compose here.

Dear Willow:

You'd be proud of me; I taught a whole new generation of us-es to lie about where they've been. Not-you was not there and so was not competing with you on any peanut-butter related issues, mm'kay?

Isabel's got a booooooyfriend, BTW. Well, he is if we go by the 'one date and everybody starts calling you that so might as wel---

He's going to finish that sentence, really, except then there's a knock on his wall, right next to the half-open curtain.

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[Locked like a locked thing to he who makes Xander speak in present-tense.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

A knock, followed by a "Hi!" and a Bridge peering in to the alcove.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Hey!" Xander moves the computer aside. "What's up?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not much," Bridge shrugs. "Um. I was thinking. Did you want to maybe... go somewhere tonight? Somewhere with, you know, walls that reach all the way to the ceiling?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander raises an eyebrow. "I'm assuming you're not talking 'walls that reach all the way to the ceiling and also a waiter and a salad bar' here."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not so much, no." Bridge shakes his head. "I was thinking more of the kind of place where there's just you and me."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander sits still for a moment, contemplatively, then nods. "I am intrigued by your presentation, and would like to subscribe to your newsletter."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I've heard there's this, uh, abandoned shack. In the woods. We could... go find it."

[soldtoarmenians]

The other eyebrow goes up, but then Xander nods. "Lemme just, um. Grab my adventuring kit, then."