[Xander] Morning
Who: Xander
Where: Henry & Noah's House, Spencer, IL
When: June 15, late morning
Invited: Everyone in the house
Status: Incomplete
Xander slept late. This time it had nothing to do with the lack of sleep and everything to do with sleeping off the late night and the alcohol. Unfortunately, he could only sleep for so long and his body remembered that he had other obligations even if he wanted to sleep the day away. Surprisingly, when he finally allowed himself to wake up fully, Xander realized that he didn't feel as horrible as he expected that he would in the morning.
(Dr. Kayla knows her stuff.) Thinking of Kayla made him blush scarlet as he recalled a few of his alcohol - and hormone - induced dreams regarding the woman. It was almost as bad as being seventeen again and having his hormones and imagination in overdrive. Fortunately, no one was telepathic - as far as he knew - so his dreams remained his dreams and he could still treat Kayla with the respect that she deserved.
(Besides,) Xander reminded himself as he shaved and tried to tame his badly-in-need-of-a-haircut hair, (Better an erotic dream or two than doing or saying something stupid.) He was actually rather impressed that he'd managed to not say or do anything stupid the previous night. Beyond a few - several - all right a helluva lot of - glances at some of the nicest cleavage he'd had the pleasure of seeing in a long time.
Shaved and hair combed back as best as he could manage with what he had to work with, Xander headed back into the living room which had been converted to the communal sleeping area. There hadn't been much choice given the broken windows upstairs; Xander couldn't fix them to morning. Even Jonas had moved downstairs, insistent that he wasn't so injured that he couldn't tough it out with everyone else. Kayla had made a lame joke, which had been marvelously funny when they were drunk off their asses, about the sort of rumors that would fly about her sleeping with five men, before she passed out on Jonas's shoulder.
Speaking of Kayla and Jonas, they were both conspicuously absent from the living room and Xander found out why as he approached the kitchen. Low, furtive voices came from that direction.
" . . . will be fine, Jonas. I'll be with Xander."
"You don't know Xander."
"I know what he did last night," Kayla argued. "And I trust him. And you know how hard it is for me to say that. But I do."
"I think you should wait a few days. Then I'll come with you."
"They're expecting us today."
"Kayla -"
"I smell coffee!" Xander called out from the hallway, alerting them to his presence. He didn't really want to interrupt the argument, but he could tell that it wasn't going to get any better. Jonas was being protective and Kayla clearly wasn't the sort of woman who wanted - or thought she needed - to be protected. "So, Jonas, you joining our little meet and greet today?"
"No, he isn't," Kayla answered. She turned and glared at Jonas, giving Xander ample time to admire the low-riding hip hugger jeans and fitted tank top she was wearing today. Actually, he admired the form and figure that those articles of clothing showed off, before she returned her attention to him. "Jonas is going to spend the day taking it easy, resting and planning with Henry."
"Planning what?" Xander asked, genuinely curious.
Evidently it was the right question because Kayla gave him a grateful smile and Jonas immediately shifted tactics and conversations. "Two towns, plenty of people. We have to figure out to integrate and bring everyone here. If we end up integrating and bringing everyone here."
"That's going to depend on what we find out in Haven," Kayla added.
Xander nodded. Somehow he didn't think it was going to be that easy. From what he knew, it was also going to be dependent on convincing Henry to leave. So far, the man seemed to have deeper roots than a tree. "So a-scouting we shall go. Who's all in, do we have a general headcount yet, Dr. Kayla?"
(And I wonder how our resident werewolf is doing this morning.)
[OOC: Yeah, I'm long winded today.]
Where: Henry & Noah's House, Spencer, IL
When: June 15, late morning
Invited: Everyone in the house
Status: Incomplete
Xander slept late. This time it had nothing to do with the lack of sleep and everything to do with sleeping off the late night and the alcohol. Unfortunately, he could only sleep for so long and his body remembered that he had other obligations even if he wanted to sleep the day away. Surprisingly, when he finally allowed himself to wake up fully, Xander realized that he didn't feel as horrible as he expected that he would in the morning.
(Dr. Kayla knows her stuff.) Thinking of Kayla made him blush scarlet as he recalled a few of his alcohol - and hormone - induced dreams regarding the woman. It was almost as bad as being seventeen again and having his hormones and imagination in overdrive. Fortunately, no one was telepathic - as far as he knew - so his dreams remained his dreams and he could still treat Kayla with the respect that she deserved.
(Besides,) Xander reminded himself as he shaved and tried to tame his badly-in-need-of-a-haircut hair, (Better an erotic dream or two than doing or saying something stupid.) He was actually rather impressed that he'd managed to not say or do anything stupid the previous night. Beyond a few - several - all right a helluva lot of - glances at some of the nicest cleavage he'd had the pleasure of seeing in a long time.
Shaved and hair combed back as best as he could manage with what he had to work with, Xander headed back into the living room which had been converted to the communal sleeping area. There hadn't been much choice given the broken windows upstairs; Xander couldn't fix them to morning. Even Jonas had moved downstairs, insistent that he wasn't so injured that he couldn't tough it out with everyone else. Kayla had made a lame joke, which had been marvelously funny when they were drunk off their asses, about the sort of rumors that would fly about her sleeping with five men, before she passed out on Jonas's shoulder.
Speaking of Kayla and Jonas, they were both conspicuously absent from the living room and Xander found out why as he approached the kitchen. Low, furtive voices came from that direction.
" . . . will be fine, Jonas. I'll be with Xander."
"You don't know Xander."
"I know what he did last night," Kayla argued. "And I trust him. And you know how hard it is for me to say that. But I do."
"I think you should wait a few days. Then I'll come with you."
"They're expecting us today."
"Kayla -"
"I smell coffee!" Xander called out from the hallway, alerting them to his presence. He didn't really want to interrupt the argument, but he could tell that it wasn't going to get any better. Jonas was being protective and Kayla clearly wasn't the sort of woman who wanted - or thought she needed - to be protected. "So, Jonas, you joining our little meet and greet today?"
"No, he isn't," Kayla answered. She turned and glared at Jonas, giving Xander ample time to admire the low-riding hip hugger jeans and fitted tank top she was wearing today. Actually, he admired the form and figure that those articles of clothing showed off, before she returned her attention to him. "Jonas is going to spend the day taking it easy, resting and planning with Henry."
"Planning what?" Xander asked, genuinely curious.
Evidently it was the right question because Kayla gave him a grateful smile and Jonas immediately shifted tactics and conversations. "Two towns, plenty of people. We have to figure out to integrate and bring everyone here. If we end up integrating and bringing everyone here."
"That's going to depend on what we find out in Haven," Kayla added.
Xander nodded. Somehow he didn't think it was going to be that easy. From what he knew, it was also going to be dependent on convincing Henry to leave. So far, the man seemed to have deeper roots than a tree. "So a-scouting we shall go. Who's all in, do we have a general headcount yet, Dr. Kayla?"
(And I wonder how our resident werewolf is doing this morning.)
[OOC: Yeah, I'm long winded today.]