MCA #0, Sunday Evening

[needsaparrot]

Xander? Hiding out in his apartment channel-surfing and avoiding all contact with humanity instead of venturing out in public? After a meeting at the birthday party he and Peter had thrown for a certain advice-giving BFF had led directly to something he was unsuccessfully desperately avoiding thinking about, last night in the park

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[cantgetnorelief]

Seriously, it was a miracle that Anders still had his phone on him at this point, but he did, and luckily he'd managed to store Xander's phone number in it.

So, that being the number he dialed, said phone should be ringing right about . . . now.

[needsaparrot]

Xander checked the number first, since the list of people he didn't really want to talk to tonight was longer than usual, but he didn't recognise it as anybody he was avoiding aside from...anybody. And he didn't want to not pick up in case of fire, flood, or flood of fire ants, so...

"Hello?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"Harris?" So Anders's voice was still a little slurred. "That you? 's Anders, dude. Got RIC an' Z here, and we think Bridge is evil, an' we need your help to get 'im back."

[needsaparrot]

"We think Bridge is evil?" Xander frowned at the phone. "...Are you drunk?"