MCA0, Late Late *Late* Thursday Night
Jan. 10th, 2008 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
needsaparrotIf the apartment where Xander is waiting for a certain ex-jailbird -- no, the other one -- to finally make an appearance smells like leftover Chinese, it's probably the leftover Chinese. Food, that is; the delivery guy from Ching Tai didn't stay. Isabel had, for a while, but when the call finally came through that Bridge was on his way back, she'd taken it as her cue to head home and get some much-deserved sleep.
Xander hadn't had a lot of that himself in the last few days, not the good kind, but somehow he didn't have any problem waiting up.
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Xander hadn't had a lot of that himself in the last few days, not the good kind, but somehow he didn't have any problem waiting up.
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[OOC: For the water-spanning-structure-person. Best Roomie Ever handwavied with permission.]
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