Xander? Had not had the best night. Oh, it had started
off well enough, but then his potential meals-and-more had been fangblocked by that little blonde Slayer
, and his reunion with Willow
too, and not in the fun way. Actually, in the crossy, burny, owie, insult to injury
way. He was tired, he was hungry, he had cross-burns on his chest and he-didn't-want-to-think-about-it in his hair, and the last thing he wanted to do was trek halfway across this damn island on foot to get from the preserve out to the hotel again.
Which is why when he passed the apartment building with the darkened full-length patio windows on the ground floor, he cocked his head and peered inside. A whine so high-pitched that probably only dogs and vampires could hear it announced that there was an alarm on the place, but he traced the sound to the well-concealed little box it was coming from, and ripped out the wires connecting it to the door. Then he shrugged, wrapped his jacket around his hand, and ( punched through the glass )
__[OOC: So very very very establishy only because omg 4:30 a.m. Unless BFF-with-benefits would like to track him here and show up before dawn.]