Shaken, not stirred: pirate style l for time_schizo

[knew_youdlikeit]

He was early. He had nothing better to do and the cell was quiet, so Xander was early. He sat at the bar, a beer in his hand, his eye on and off the front door. Shrugging, he relaxed back into the chair, happy it wasn't a stool, and stretched lightly, moving his neck, too. He hadn't gotten to much all day so getting out at all was nice

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[time_schizo]

Martini had arrived on time, mainly due to one of his watches set with an alarm blaring at him an hour before he was supposed to be there. The last thing he wanted to do was be late, which he was likely to do. Time wasn't always relative for him.

It was easy to pick out Xander, even in a crowded bar. How many guys wore eyepatches, even in New York? Unnoticed, he made his way over and slid into a chair next to the dark-haired man. "You're even cuter in person." That was as good an icebreaker as any.

[knew_youdlikeit]

Looking up, he used the short amount of time between finishing sipping his beer and setting the bottle down to assess the other man. He was not disappointed.

"Well, I can say the same thing about you," he said, smirking. "What're you having?" he asked, motioning the bartender over. It was a slow night which helped with both service and being able to hear himself think. Not that he planned on thinking a whole lot tonight.

"Me, I just went with an old classic. Beer. But, feel free to get whatever. On me."

[time_schizo]

"Beer is good with me." He'd never admit it, but Mark tended to be a lightweight when it came to alcohol. He gave his order to the bartender and then turned his attention back over to Xander, though if Xander noticed, he never fully made eye contact with the other man.

He shifted his long frame around in the chair, getting more comfortable. "I believe you owe me a story. Something involving vampires and slayers."

[knew_youdlikeit]

"Well, you just jump right on in, don't you. Know toe-dipping, waiting till the food settles - you canon ball right into the deep end." He paused. "Weird metaphor but it might have made sense."

He laughed, taking a swig of his beer.

"Okay, right. Well, where should I start. Into each generation there is a slayer, yada, yada, one girl in all the world to hunt the vampires, demons, forces of darkness - etc. Well, Buffy died. When there was still one at a time and this other slayer called Kendra was called but then she died (Buffy had been resuscitated) and Faith was called. Badness happened with her, flash forward three years and our friend Willow did a spell to basically imbue all girls with the potential to be slayers...to become ones. That's why there is more than one at a time now."

He paused, finally, taking a breath.

"That was the cliff's notes version."