Hyperion Kitchen - Tuesday Morning [Honesty Day]

[marsheadtilt]

Veronica stumbled into the kitchen and set up the coffee pot.

She hadn't slept well, thanks to some nightmares, and was desperate for some caffeine.

[Open for anyone in the Hyperion or who wants to visit/call. Veronica will be telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. She kind of hates me right now.]

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[needsaparrot]

After the morning he'd already had just between his quarters and the SPD Cafeteria, Xander felt the need to call somebody and verify whether what the hell was going on was what he thought the hell was going on. Or something.

So he went for the place with the biggest concentration of FH grads he could think of, and just prayed to anybody up there listening that Angel didn't answer the phone.

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders, unfortunately, did.

"Hyperion Hotel, who do you want to further embarrass today?"

[needsaparrot]

"Thank God it's you and not Angel or I'd end up telling him I don't always hate a hundred percent of his guts a hundred percent of the time," Xander said immediately. Yes, for him, this was something of an admission, even if he'd admitted it before.

[cantgetnorelief]

"Hey, Har -- Car -- Xander," Anders finally got out. "You suffering from verbal diarrhea of the really potentially blackmailable kind today too?"

[needsaparrot]

"Five minutes ago I told one of the D-Squad cadets 'Sorry, the Green Ranger's married and he doesn't do threesomes.' "

[cantgetnorelief]

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeah." Anders grimaced, even though Xander couldn't see it. "I'm making a sympathy-face at you even though you can't see it."

. . .

"This is really bizarre, man."

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah, no kidding. It's almost as bad as when the island made us sing, except so far I haven't told anybody I think Hot Mountie is hot. Except you just now, but at least I didn't sing it."

[cantgetnorelief]

"Thank frak," Anders said, and beat himself in the forehead with the phone receiver for it. "I'd have knocked myself unconscious by now if I had to do all this gut-spilling -- not the literal kind -- with a chorus line."

[needsaparrot]

"Eh, the last time wasn't too bad," Xander said. "I just danced with duct tape." Pause. "Shut up."

[cantgetnorelief]

"Dude," Anders said, "I think I spent that day flailing at Isabel in random pieces of song about Bel and teeth in places he doesn't actually have teeth."

Long, gusty sigh.

"You weren't supposed to know that either."

[needsaparrot]

"I could have lived the rest of my life happily without knowing where Bel doesn't have teeth, but now I need to, or I'll just keep imagining things. Muchas gracias."

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders really, really, really didn't want to say it. He really didn't. But the words came out of his mouth with an annoying lack of difficulty or even physical pain. (The pain would have been a relief.)

"His ass, okay? He said he did."

[needsaparrot]

There was a long, long pause. Really long, like long enough that somebody trying to imagine the look on Xander's face would probably have figured it out by the time he finally spoke. ".................Why?"

[cantgetnorelief]

Oh, Anders could imagine that look very, very well.

The 'oh god I wanna die' sound of his voice was a pretty good hint as to the look on his own face when he mumbled, "Because that's what he said when I asked why he never lets me top and if I die after this conversation I was extra crispy."

[needsaparrot]

The pause before "...Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..." wasn't nearly as long.

[cantgetnorelief]

"Dammit," Anders said lightly, "and I can't even tell you I hate you today."