Room 121, Monday Night

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Several hours after Willow filled the room with cookie-smelly goodness, the room... still smells like cookie-smelly goodness. Funny about that. It's probably the fact that somewhere in the room there is cookie-smelly goodness.

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[For Bridge, yis. Gets...bordering on NWS. Which begins to sound familiar. *starts next evening post at noon*]

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Following an afternoon spent doing the non-dirty kind of scrapbooking, Bridge is standing outside Xander's door.

"Hey, Turtle," Bridge says to the fish on the door before he knocks. He's not entirely sure why he's talking to a painting, even a moving one, but he is.

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Xander opens the door and glances back and forth between Bridge and the fish. "Did she answer?" he asks curiously.

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"...No," Bridge admits, a little sheepishly.

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"Never hurts to check," Xander tells him, stepping aside to let him in.

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"True," Bridge says with a nod as he enters the room. "Heeeeey, it totally smells like cookies in here."

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"It does?" Xander sniffs the air, then gives a wave to Turtle and shuts the door. "Funny. I can't smell anything."

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Bridge narrows his eyes at Xander. "Tease," he mutters.

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"Moi?" Xander says, standing ever so subtly in front of the plastic tupperwarey containers on the counter so Bridge can in no way see that they contain cookies.

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"You." Bridge says firmly, moving a bit closer.

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"I think you must've mistaken me for someone else," Xander says, moving to block the cookies a little less crappily. "I would never think of denying anybody sweet cookie goodness, if there were such goodness to be had."

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"I could've been thinking of your evil twin, I suppose," Bridge admits. "But somehow, I think... not." And he's closed the rest of the distance between them.

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"Ah, now see, my evil twin would totally hide cookies from you," Xander tells him, swinging one of the containers around in front of him as if to ward off an attack. "But clearly I'm not him."

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"Oh, clearly." Bridge says. "But still. You said there weren't cookies when there actually were. While not evil, that's still pretty devious," he points out.

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"I didn't actually say there weren't," Xander corrects him, opening the container and letting a whiff of the real stuff out into the air. "I said I couldn't smell anything. which, okay, was a total lie, but..." Xander pauses. "I'm not defending myself well against this 'tease' accusation, am I."

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Bridge doesn't say anything, just looks serious and shakes his head.

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"Cookie?" Xander tries for innocent and continues to miss by a mile.

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"I'm thinking it might take more than that," Bridge says. "Good start, though," he allows.

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"Secret inside info on tomorrow's Scoobying workshop?" Xander offers.

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Bridge sighs a very put-upon sigh. "...Yeah, now I think you're actually being *more* of a tease."

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"Tawdry, lurid boykissy?"

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"You're getting closer."

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Xander takes that literally. Granted he's still holding an open box of more or less fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies, so there's that between him and really close. "What, you want more than tawdry lurid boykissy?"

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"If by more you mean something that would actually involve *less* clothes? Then yes," Bridge nods. And takes a cookie.

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"We could totally still be tawdry and lurid with less clothes," Xander points out, taking a cookie himself.

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"And yet you're still wearing them." Bridge points out in between cookie bites.

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"You have a point," Xander says, setting down the box and losing... one of his socks. "Better?"

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"Do you need me to provide a demonstration?"

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"....Was that a serious question?"

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"You took off *one sock*!" Bridge says, maybe a little plaintively.

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Xander takes off the other. And then his shirt. "Better?"

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"Pants." Bridge says, pointing. And then moves to make the garment in question no longer an issue.

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Xander says, stupidly and to no one in particular," I should probably put the cookies down."

Don't ask how he got his shirt off without putting the cookies down. Just accept that it was probably entertaining to the only person who got to witness it.

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"Good idea," Bridge says, tugging sharply on Xander's boxers 'cause they're also in the way, damnit.

It should be noted that *Bridge* is still fully clothed.

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Xander puts down the cookies, Somewhat dazedly, because Bridge is really determined, here. "You have clothes on," he points out in a tone that is in no way conversational, even if he's trying for it.

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"C'mere," Bridge grabs Xander's hand and pulls him over to to the bed with one hand, while trying to unzip his jacket with the other.

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"I could help there," Xander says, reaching for the zipper. "With the being naked thing." He may be slow sometimes, but he gets there eventually.

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"Okay," Bridge says agreeably.

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He manages the jacket a lot better one-handed than Bridge does, because he's not the one wearing it.

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It's possible Bridge is now trying for a new land-speed record in clothes removal in getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

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Luckily Bridge is the mind-reader and not Xander, because you just know if he heard that thought he'd go off on a tangent about whether there actually is an existing land-speed record in clothes removal and if it's cheating to involve velcro.

Though at this stage he'd probably manage to go off on that tangent without remotely slowing down what he's doing with his tongue, so nobody would understand him.

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Well, there's the record for the fastest underwater straightjacket escape, but that's not quite the same, is it?

"Mmph," is all Bridge says, which translates to "please keep doing that thing with your tongue."

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Despite his lack of mindreading skills, Xander picks up the meaning on that loud and clear. So he does. Just a little to the right.

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[AND THEN THEY FADE TO BLACK OK? LIKE YOU DO]