Room 406, Saturday Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

Or, Xander Harris and the Inbox of Doooom

Viagra spam yawn.

Invitation from Jake to go buy a couch...um. Okay. possibly. Despite... almost complete lack of money. But hey, birthdays coming up liek whoa.

E-mail from Willow, oh crap.

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: *POKE* *POKE* love, Willow

....*headdesk*

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* ...hi? love, Xander

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE! ~Willow

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* You said I had til Saturday! ~Xander

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* It IS Saturday!!!! ~Willow

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* ...Oh. The...uh. Time just flew by? ~Xander

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* Spill. Now. Date. Clearly you're still alive, and you *seem* unpossessed... How did it go? Love, Your BFF with the broom

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* It...went? love, Xander

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* Right. *gases up broom to fly over and hold you upside-down over a... do you guys have a lake?* Love, Your BFF with the broom and the ability to turn you into a three-toed sloth

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* Duck pond. Your broom so doesn't run on gas. love, Your BFF who, due to Skeeter, is surprisingly less fearful of animal transformation than you might imagine.

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* It runs on frustration with frustrating BFFS, so it should get me over an ocean and a couple of dimensions, no problem. Details, NOW. Love, Your BFF with the broom, wand, complete details on the Teeny Little Superguy Underoos story, and ability to hack your entire school's e-mail system if I have to.

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* It went...well? love, Xander

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* That's...not details. But better. Like, well enough that it'll happen again? Love, Your BFF with see previous e-mails for non-rescinded threats

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* ...you could say that, yes. love, Your BFF who is totally going offline now so further threats would so be a waste of your time and dignity at this juncture.

willow.rosenberg@ hogwarts.ac.uk

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk Subject: re: *POKE* Threats... on hold. At least the ones to *you.* So... this person, does she have a *name*? And, say, an e-mail address? To which I could send a nice, polite, chatty letter wherein I explain that I wish you all the best, tell her your favorite ice cream flavors, and never mention underoos at all? Love, Your BFF with no ulterior motives whatsoever.

xander.harris@ fandomhigh.net

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net Subject: re: *POKE* NO! love, Your BFF who is totally offline.

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*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*

[Open for roomination! Or other visitation, as long as it's before the afternoon when Misadventure Yay is occurring.]

Comments

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

The sound of headdesking finally managed to wake Isabel up from where she had been sleeping in after last night's demon hunting adventures. Rolling over she opened one eye and peered at Xander. "Problem?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Nosy best friend, yay," Xander said, lifting his head and closing his laptop with a shake of the aforementioned head.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Considering that circumstances kept her from talking to Xander most of Friday, Isabel felt pretty nosy herself. She pushed herself up into a sitting positon and smiled. "Gee, I wonder what she has to be nosy about. It's not like you've been on a date or anything."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander ran a hand through his hair and smiled lightly. "Yeah, yeah. I'm just...not up for giving her the play by play quite yet?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"So a billion questions from your roomie wouldn't be appreciated either," she said with a disappointed look.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well, maybe, like, nine? Nine questions is a nice round number." Xander grinned.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh yay!" Isabel gleed, bouncing slightly on her bed. "Let's see, did you have fun?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander slid the laptop away and stood up to drop some food in Jeremiah's tank. "Ye...es. Fun was had. That's one."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"This means I need to make worthwhile. And that's a statement! Not a question," she said. "What did Bridge wear? Was I right? And there was no t-shirt?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Heh. No, not a t-shirt. And, oddly, blue. So strange color-coordination fears did not come to pass."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Good." Isabel tilted her head and studied him. "How'd dinner go? Were you able to talk without any awkward pauses? Which are perfectly acceptable on the first date. I've had a few myself."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander actually had to think about it. "Actually...yeah? Except for a near-mishap with a wa-- glass with the clear liquid in it -- at the beginning, I think I mostly kinda forgot I was supposed to be terrified."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"That's always a good sign," she laughed. "It's when you're staring at your salad about to start reciting the weather report that you should start getting worried."

"How bad was the movie? From what I've seen they do show some interesting ones there."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Horror flick of the 'wow, that's really disgusting' school of cinema. Mockage definitely occurred."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Ick. I never see the point in movies like that," Isabel said. "Well unless you start of pool on the order the vapid vixens get killed in. Then you can make money."

"Do you think you'll go out again?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Actually, probably your better class of gross-out flick; have to give it props for being pretty low on the vapid vixens." Xander coughed and glanced down at his desk. "Unless they all showed up during the second half. I may be a little hazy on how it ended."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Should I ask why you were hazy?" she asked with a laugh as she climbed out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. "Or are you going to play coy and not kiss and tell?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander glanced up, grinned, and ducked his head again. "Was that question six? Because the answer to five was... it seems pretty likely, yeah."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel ruffled Xander's hair on her way past him. "Good for you. Enjoy the time you have left. And yes that was question six."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander stifled... something, he wasn't sure what, at the concept of time you have left. Something he wasn't quite ready to look at head on, just kept glancing at out of the corner of his brain.

"Ah. In that case I'm gonna play coy and say I don't kiss and tell." He snickered. "Which is ... really not all that coy, because who answers that way if there's nothing to not tell?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She turned just before she got to the bathroom. "You're right, it does imply that something interesting happened. But that's okay, I'm sure my imagination can fill in the details." No, she was not waiting for flailing. At least not to much.

"Can I make a suggestion?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander maintained a relatively straight face, but there wasn't much he could do about the color thereof, sadly.

"Yes. That was question seven, though - you probably want to use the last two more carefully!"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm saving questions eight and nine for another day," she stated. "I have a feeling I might need them."

"But my suggestion was that you do one more date before prom. Just to get more comfortable with one another before facing the pressure that is prom." Isabel made a face, "Which I'm still dateless for."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander blinked. Hard. And a lot.

"Um. Prom?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel nodded, "Saturday night. You didn't know? And that does not count as one of my questions!" she added quickly.

[soldtoarmenians]

"No, I... kinda knew that, I guess. Just..." Xander scratched his head uncertainly. "Prom?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Tuxes, flowers, bad food, and nerves," she said, trying to stifle a giggle. "Prom."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yeah, been there, done that. My date... talked about entrails a lot." Xander shook his head. "But Prom? With tuxes. Plural. And dancing. I recall dancing. I just... that might be a bit...much?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Ask him. You won't know until you do." Isabel walked over and leaned against Xander's desk. "It could be fun, and it'll be the last time everyone is all together before graduation. Besides, I want a dance."

[soldtoarmenians]

"I actually meant it might be a bit much for me." Xander gave her a small smile. "But... I'll add it to the very long list of things about which I have recently said 'I'll think about it?'"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You think, I'll shower. And then I need to run to JGOB," she said. "Want me to bring something back for you?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Have you ever known me to turn down sugar and fried lard?" Xander grinned. "Mmmm, lard."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Fried lard? Ewww and then more ewww. Thank you for that imagery," she grimaced as she headed back to the bathroom. "I think I'll be having a yogurt now."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Oops," he called apologetically after her. "Um. I'm sure J,GOB makes their doughnut glaze with... uh. Magical pixie paint! No lard at all!"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel laughed and shut the bathroom door.