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[xan_shaped]

Xander is sore.

SORE.

That's the absolute last time he holds the punching bag for baby Slayers.

... You know. Until the next time Buffy asks him.

Besides, now that he's sidled up to Bar and gotten a milkshake to recuperate with, his outlook on life is getting rosier.

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[witchy_rebel]

Slightly wary, Morgan watches him. She hasn't seen him for months and months - a fact that should be obvious seeing how pregnant she is at the moment, but she does remember him.

So, cautiously, she says,

"Hello, Xander."

[xan_shaped]

Xander blinks.

His first thought is, Oh GREAT, Barty.

Then he remembers: this pregnancy was not, in fact, Barty's fault.

"Hey! Morgan, right?"

[witchy_rebel]

Nope, it's her half-brother's.

...

Moving on.

"Aye, that's right."

[xan_shaped]

He salutes her with his milkshake.

"How's it hanging?"

... Possible poor word choice there.

"Um. How are you?"

[faithful_slayer]

Faith in a dress!

It's cause she lives in a palace now, really. And not because of the look Max gets when he sees her in this dress.

Really.

Sure.

At any rate, Faith in a dress, with coffee, giving Xander a one-armed hug.

"Hey, Xan. Long time no see. What's shaking?"

[xan_shaped]

Xander winces.

"Whoa ow. Recently, the shaking was perpetrated on me."

He smiles up at Faith after the initial extra pain wears off.

"Hey. What's the occasion?"

[faithful_slayer]

"Sorry."

Faith pats his shoulder, very gently.

"No occasion. Living with Max in his palace these days. Feel like I should dress nice if I'm gonna be living with the King, y'know?"

[xan_shaped]

Xander blinks.

"You and Max shacked up?

"... On Antar?"

[mollyprewett]

"What's that you're drinking?" Molly asks curiously, eyeing the milkshake. She was just about to order tea, but now she's curious.

Just ignore the fact that she's dressed for bed and wearing a purple dressing gown.

[xan_shaped]

Xander eyes her.

Maybe she's a resident. Which he is NOT.

Xander wins.

"Oh, uh, it's a milkshake. Chocolate."

He takes a sinfully delicious drink.

[mollyprewett]

No, not a resident. The bar just appeared where her dorm room should have been. Xander can be the winner anyway, she won't tell.

"Milk. Shake." Molly says, leaning over to look into the glass. "It looks sort of forzen. What's in it?"

[xan_shaped]

Horror descends.

She does know know what a milkshake is.

"It's the nectar of the gods!" Xander assures her. "Imagine (if you will) a beverage that combines the sugary, caloric goodness of ice cream and the calcium-filled osteoporosis-battling of milk. That, my friend, is a milkshake."

A pause.

"Also, it allegedly brings all the boys to the yard."

[agent_eppes]

Don happens to be nearby and sees Xander. Don hasn't spoken to anybody new for a while, let alone has made very few friends.

"Hi," he says to Xander.

[xan_shaped]

Xander raises his milkshake in salute.

"Hey."

[agent_eppes]

"Hadn't seen you around lately."

And with that he puts his hand out to shake.

"Don Eppes. Special Agent."

[xan_shaped]

Xander blinks.

"... Have we met?"