MCA #0, Sunday afternoon

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Despite his worry over whatever had attacked Bridge and Parker having been relieved on Friday, Xander was still antsy. Possibly the whole thing where certain (possibly all) of his friends were still in danger and it was a good thing he was unaware exactly how much.

So he was sitting in the den, alternating between staring out the newly-glassed patio door, and channel-flipping. Bitterwoman, Bitterwoman, America's Funniest Home Surgeries... Oooh, Fix My House For Free! He liked that one. Mostly because it gave him an excuse to yell at the tv that it was clearly three days edited down to one and who the hell did they think they were fooling.

[ooc: For lilpunkinbelly]

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After eating her fill of sandwiches and checking her voicemail (http://lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com/366.html?thread=748654#t748654), Dawn headed back out.

There may have been eye rolling as she knocked on Xander's door.

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Xander put an argument between the homeowner and the carpenter about whether it was possible to build a jungle-gym in her basement (it was, but not on that budget) on mute, and answered the door. "Hey, Dawn."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Hi, so, Mel's in jail." No sense beating around the bush.

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"She end up killing something somebody thought was human?" Xander asked, already reaching for his coat.

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"God, I hope not," Dawn said. "All I got was trouble and jail. No specifics."

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"Great." Xander grabbed his apartment keys and shoved them into the coat pocket, then led the way out the door. "Well, at least I've got cash for bail money, since the hookers all returned it." He frowned. "Except one."

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"You got money back from hookers?" Dawn studied him. "I don't know whether to be impressed or send you my stuff from sex ed."

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"It was people who thought they were hookers, giving it back after they remembered they were them." That was...vague enough, right?

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It was certainly vague enough for Dawn, who hadn't talked to anyone with that kind of a story in weeks. "They thought they were hookers, but weren't? Yikes. Whole new world of suck." She started walking towards the jail, pulling her gloves on. "Er, and you gave them money?"

That might have been more information than she wanted.

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"It was the weekend everybody thought they were somebody else. Vampire-me gave 'em money. Which he rationalized as not really paying for sex 'cause he was gonna kill 'em and get it back anyway."

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"Not enough ewwwwwww in the world," Dawn muttered. "And hey, did you wear leather like Angel did when he went evil?"

In love with a great guy. Old crush. Still not dead.

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"...see now I regret not fitting into those pants anymore a little less."

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"And I regret the bad lighting a little more," she teased.

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Xander looked back over his shoulder at MCA the building. "My apartment building does not have bad lighting, oh em gee. Except for that cracked fixture in the hallway, okay, fine. I'll have to fix that when I'm not busting a Slayer out of jail." And if he smiled a little at that, well, yeah.

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"You seem happy," Dawn smiled over at him. "I like seeing happy Xander."

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Happy? Well, sort of. Maybe. Along with the worried and the WTF and the slight nostalgia that was always hard to attach a tag to.

"I've done this before. Though hopefully this time it'll be easier and I won't need to pretend my name's Wilbur."

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"Wilbur?" As they approached the jail, she asked, "So, did you go invisible last week, too? I'm sorry I forgot to call."

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"No, but Bridge did. And Parker. Or at least she got got by the same things; she wasn't invisible when I saw her." Xander pulled open the door to the Trooper Station, and held it for Dawn.