Mauvaise Chance Office/Counter, Wednesday [2/14]

[needsaparrot]

Xander had boxes at the counter. They were delivered there - that part was easy enough to explain. Why he hadn't taken the boxes away from the counter and into his apartment yet, that was a little harder. He supposed wanting to open stuff the second you got it wasn't really all that much different for 26 year old kids as it was for younger types, though. Even if they were his boxes and he ought to know what was in them, since he'd packed them. In theory, maybe; in practice? They'd been in storage for a while.

So he was sitting at the counter poking at them every so often, not sure until he opened each whether he'd find a toy surprise or his income-tax receipts from 2005.
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[Open for tenants, staff, and visitors, and going up early for Certain Staff Members to be able to ping in before work. I, on the other hand, am for bed.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

After Engineering class, Bridge heads over to the apartments and his usual spot behind the counter. He hasn't *forgotten* that today's Valentine's Day- it'd be sort of hard, what with the posters and the dance tickets table in the lobby this week- but he's trying not to *think* about it.

"Hey, Xander," he says with a smile. "And... boxes, apparently."

[needsaparrot]

Xander... actually had forgotten today was Valentine's Day; he'd seen the signs in Wonka's windows, but it'd been a while since he'd needed to pay attention to which specific day it fell on.

"Remember that stuff I sent for from home? Or, well, from storage because I never really got around to finding a permanent place after Sunnydale went." Xander waved a hand at the boxes, some of which were also on the floor behind the counter. "This is... a lot of it. Not all."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"A lot is the right word," Bridge says, blinking and looking back and forth between the counter and the floor.

[needsaparrot]

"A lot of it's stuff people gave me," Xander explained as he dug through one box. "Birthday and Christmas presents, that kind of thing. If it wasn't made for traveling, most of it got shoved into a corner in Council HQ."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"And now you're staying, so you need more than just what's for travelling," Bridge says, obviously pleased.

[needsaparrot]

Xander pulled a bright red...and blue...and purple...and green...and aqua...and orange...and hot pink... and brown... afghan out of the box and tossed it atop the counter. "I hope so, because I'm not traveling with that. Unless I tied it around my neck and told everybody I was Rainbow Man, but I think they'd take it the wrong way."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge just stares.

[needsaparrot]

"My Willow had a knitting phase too. Not so much with the worm scarves, though."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...So I see, yeah."

[needsaparrot]

"See, the scary thing is she used to have a sweater that almost matched it. I kind of wondered if this wasn't its next life, except I think that sweater's somewhere under Sunnydale now."

Xander pushed the afghan aside to make room for a couple of cd wallets. "That's movies, I think. And a couple of seasons of Mister What."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Movies?" Bridge glances over. "Wow. I've seen like... none of these," he remarks, picking up one of the cd wallets and flipping through it.

[needsaparrot]

"Whippersnapper." Xander peered over his shoulder. "That there's classic 80's comedy-horror."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"In other words, stuff my parents watched growing up," Bridge grins cheekily.

[needsaparrot]

And despite having watched in vain for a birth announcement, this was the first time it really sank in. That he was old enough to be Bridge's--- well. Not exactly. But at least he was probably as old as Bridge's parents were right now.

"See, that was okay when you used to say it about Mr. What because it's been around for forty years. My folks could've watched that growing up. Evening of the Asteroid, though?" Xander shook his head and did his best not to let his grin twitch. "You just want to add to the gray hairs, don't you."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this would be Bridge managing to not actually headdesk, though he's very, very tempted.

"I want to see it," he decides.

[needsaparrot]

"We could do that." He didn't stop to consider why he added so quickly, "We could all do that. Bunch of people around here could use some downtime, yeah? Could do an old-fashioned Scooby movie night tonight, plus or minus a few unofficial Scoobies."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Tonight, dude? I think a lot of people might be, um, busy." Bridge says. "What with it being Valentines and all."

[needsaparrot]

"...Huh." Xander glanced around for a calendar. "Well, now I know why the delivery guy asked why I couldn't just get roses like everybody else today, when he was bitching about carrying all the boxes in."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and if Xander had got roses from anyone who was not sending them in a purely just-friends capacity, Bridge would have scowled a lot. And possibly tried to find out who sent the roses so that he could go, um, talk to them.

"What about tomorrow?" Bridge suggests. "Friday's the dance, but there's nothing going on tomorrow that I can think of."

[needsaparrot]

Xander nodded. "That could work, yeah. Gives me time to sort through some of these boxes at least, so the place isn't a mess."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yay!" Bridge beams. "Tomorrow it is, then."