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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[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."