MCA#0, Monday Night

[needsaparrot]

Xander was trying Isabel's number again - the twinkiephone had a pretty amazing range, after all, and he could hope - but just like the first time, it rang and rang, until at last it kicked over to voicemail. This time, though, he didn't leave a message, just thumbed the End Call button in frustration.

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[OOC: For Bridge]

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[needsaparrot]

"...you were mud-wrestling with her?" Why this makes Xander frown slightly is an exercise perhaps best left to brains that have at least 50 IQ points over his.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"*She* doesn't think the age gap is a problem," Bridge mutters.

[needsaparrot]

Why this makes Xander frown more than slightly is a little more obvious, if you look at it from the right angle. You know, the incorrect one. "Really."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yup," Bridge nods, not elaborating.

[needsaparrot]

"I should probably talk to her about that." In a conversation brought to you by the letters W, T, and F.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, maybe you should," Bridge says. He really was leaving. Any time now. Yep.

[needsaparrot]

Really he should be glad Bridge was...mud-wrestling... with somebody else, right? Means he's at least interested in people-not-Xander, which is good, aside from the fact that it's another adult. Right?

Yeah, right.

"Go home, Bridge," Xander finally says, aware that his own brain isn't making sense and hoping maybe with Bridge not there, that'll change. "Get some sleep. If I hear anything from Isabel, I'll let you know."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay, thanks," Bridge says, as he heads out the door. For once, not adding a "see you later", or anything like that.

[needsaparrot]

Xander shuts the door behind him and notes purely for scientific purposes that Bridge leaving does not in fact make his head any clearer.