MCA #0, Saturday Night

[needsaparrot]

After checking to make sure that the lobby was still dry and there was a fresh supply of towels and hot coffee out there, Xander retreated to his apartment in the evening. Guzzling coffee and munching twinkies all day had left him craving some real, people-made food, so he had water boiling on the stove for pasta. Because he was still a guy. Who majored in construction.
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[OOC: For oh guess]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"She... doesn't exactly fit what *Sky*, at least, thinks is the mold for a proper SPD officer." Bridge explains. "So I'm worried about how he'll react once he actually *meets* her."

[needsaparrot]

"Hrrmrmm." Xander might be thinking of how completely intimidated he'd been at the idea of meeting Commander Cruger, and he wasn't even supposed to be one of them. He was just -- he had been just -- the boyfriend. He wouldn't be surprised if Z were feeling the same way about the rest of the team.

"Well, your boss picked her," Xander points out. "He thinks she belongs there."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"*I* think she does too," Bridge says. "Not that my opinion's ever counted much with Sky, of course."

[needsaparrot]

Xander stabs a meatball with his fork. "Why not?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"He thinks Syd and I are 'flaky'," he says, balancing his own bowl in his lap so he can make airquotes.

[needsaparrot]

"You're not flaky. You're just...differently normal."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That's a polite way of saying flaky."

[needsaparrot]

"No, it's not. Flaky means you can't be counted on, which is... pretty much the opposite of you."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge can't help but grin widely at that. "Glad you think so."

[needsaparrot]

When the spaghetti is down to the slurpy bits in the bottom of the bowl and the meatballs are long-gone, Xander glances out the glass doors. "Got dark fast."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge follows Xander's gaze. "My clothes are probably done by now," he remarks.

[needsaparrot]

Oh, and Xander was doing such a good job of almost ignoring the fact that he wasn't wearing them, up to now. "Yeah..." He frowns.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"So I could, uh, head back to the dorms, I guess," Bridge says with a shrug.

[needsaparrot]

"You could," Xander agrees. "Except it's pitch-black and flooded out there. You fell off a raft in the daylight."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge pouts. "Are you mocking my rafting abilities?"

[needsaparrot]

"No, I'm just worrying about how good your drowning abilities might be."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I can swim!" Bridge says defensively, thinking Xander should remember this. They've *been* swimming, after all.

[needsaparrot]

"In the dark. Through town."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Back to the dorms, where my bed is..." Bridge points out.

[needsaparrot]

And any other night, Xander would be head cheerleader for the Rah Rah Bridge Go Home team. Rly. There'd be pom-poms. Possibly slightly conflicted pom-poms, but anyway.

Now though, he actually is concerned about Bridge's safety. "I've got an extra one," Xander points out in return.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I could stay here?" Bridge grins widely at that. Not that he hasn't before, but that was kind of by accident or the time Xander was five.

[needsaparrot]

"I think that's what they make guest-rooms for," Xander says. "Though you couldn't tell that from the number of times you've slept on the couch so far."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, I didn't *know* you had a guest room at the time," Bridge points out.

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah, tiny me wasn't real keen on telling you it existed."