MCA #0, Saturday Night

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That noise coming from Xander's apartment wasn't the rhythmic thumping of a head against a wall this time. It was the sound of a guy singing in the shower about ordinary days. Loudly. So loudly that he didn't hear the phone on the bathroom counter proving that Simon and Garfunkel made a really crappy counterpoint to Great Big Sea.

Until he stepped out, wiped the steam off the mirror, and had to fumble for the cell with wet fingers before it buzzed itself off the countertop.

Then there was an outgoing call.

Then came the thumping.

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[OOC: open for a specific call, but if anybody feels like dealing with him before then, he'll answer the door. He'll just be a basketcase.]

Comments

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

And that would be Xander's phone ringing -- if he had caller ID, it'd show as Bridge's number, since Anders didn't have Xander's number in his phone yet.

[needsaparrot]

He did, but he didn't have to check it, since he recognised the ringtone.

It managed to play about three notes before Xander answered. "You okay?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Harris," Anders said. "It's Anders. I've got Bridge in the clinic here."

[needsaparrot]

"What's wrong? What happened?" Xander was already reaching for his coat. "Is he okay?" Voice a little sharp there? Why yes.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"He's unconscious." No, that wasn't going to blunt the sharpness any. "Stupid demon tongue thing tripped him up and made him hit his head, but I think he'll be okay."

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"Son of a--" We'll just pretend the jingling of keys covered the end of that sentence, right? "I'm coming over there."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Jingling of keys or not, Anders could fill in the end of that sentence very easily. And he couldn't help a small grin -- ow, lip, ow -- at the immediacy in Xander's voice. "Okay. You won't yell at him too much, Harris, right?"

[[Now with spelling, WTF.]]

[needsaparrot]

"I just want to know he's safe. Then I'll yell at him." And that would be the slamming of the door shut behind him.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"He's safe." A slight grunt. "He's also heavier than you'd think. 'm gonna take him into the exam room now, 'kay?"

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah, by safe I meant not being carried, for a start." And now there was the sound of footsteps on pavement. "Go in. I'll be there in a minute."

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