MCA#0, Monday Night

[needsaparrot]

After a day of realizing Fandom was almost as good as Sunnydale at taking away and giving back in the same breath, Xander was relaxing with a bowl of popcorn and a DVD. Which was in no way the Princess Bride docudrama because dude. Guys don't watch that alone. Unless they're studying the swordfighting.

Okay, maybe he was studying the swordfighting. Yes.
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[OOC: for a phone call.]

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[needsaparrot]

"It's hard to compete with somebody's ghost," Xander said quietly. He wasn't sure what made him quiet - that was one problem he'd never had himself. By the time the memory of Angel was hanging over Buffy's shoulder, Xander had known he wasn't ever in the running.

This was more like... a twitch at the thought of something that shouldn't be making him twitch.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bridge says, just as quietly, thinking of Faith and how she'd promised to be there for Xander, and how she *had*, right until she'd died. "It is."

[needsaparrot]

Xander didn't miss that he wasn't the only one being quiet, but he couldn't be sure what had prompted it on the other end. "But hey, he's not a ghost. So... weird, but good, yeah."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bridge says, again. "Anyway, it's... getting pretty late. I should let you go," he says awkwardly.

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah, I...guess. Yeah." Awkward or no (and no would be the losing answer here), Xander was a little reluctant to hang up, but he probably should. "You should get some sleep and recover from your horrible ordeal."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge sticks his tongue out at the phone. "I'll talk to you later."

[needsaparrot]

It was almost like Xander could hear the tongue sticking out. Something made him smile, anyhow. "Night, Bridge."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Night, Xander." Bridge says, before hanging up.