Christmas Eve, Second Floor Common Room

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam sat in the common room, idly flipping through channels. No specials were on, and there was only so long she could watch the Yule log. She sipped occasionally from a glass of red wine.

She was trying very, very hard not to think of her father.

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[soldtoarmenians]

"Good question - I wasn't expecting anything from him, so who knows." Xander grinned and ripped at the paper. Then tilted his head at the book cover revealved by his efforts. Then he tilted his head the other direction. And squinted. "Um."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty looks at the book and smirks. "You and Logan? I always had my hopes that you two would get together."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander's still blinking, but rolls his eyes at Marty after a second. "Yeah, we're taking separate vacations so we can break the news gently to the folks. Or possibly this was supposed to make up for our ill-fated quest for porn in Special Collections which ZOMFG we're still slow-playing."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smirk turns to a scowl and he drains his glass and goes to refill it. "Special Collections, huh? I've heard some strange stories about that place. Was it a barrel of laughs for you as well?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"I wouldn't turn down a glass of that stuff, if you feel like grabbing me one," Xander said while Marty was still filling his own.

"It was a barrel of something, anyway. Flying office supplies, mostly."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Any special percautions one should take? Helmet? Bat? White out? Not that I'm planning on going there or anything..."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Gloves," Xander said. "And... yeah, bat and helmet couldn't hurt. Also possibly a compass."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Anything other than flying office supplies that you ran into?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander thinks hard. "Eh. Dragon. But it seemed pretty friendly."