2nd Floor Janitor's Closet* - Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

{* OOC: Shut up. *waves hands*}
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Xander woke to the thunk of his head against a shelf and the alarming rattling of a couple of paint-cans above him. He caught the one that rolled off, luckily in his hand and not on his already smarting head, though this caused him to drop the extension cords he'd apparently been clutching all night, even in his sleep.

'Cause that had been a good plan. Don't hit Quinn's room first to see if the only person on campus who probably owned more hair care products than Angel happened to have a cordless hairdryer that he could aim at the snow monsters if they made it as far in as the Common Room. No, stop off at the janitor's closet on the way, looking for extension cords for the regular kind of dryer, and... *click* As the door locked behind him.

Now, hours and hours later, he peered down at the crack of light visible from the hallway. No sounds out there, and no shadows, so maybe it was safe to try slamming his way out again, without somebody seeing him and Xander having to explain exactly how he'd managed to miss most of the battle and spend the entire night in the dark, with a mop and some extra air-duct filters for company?

Xander set the paint can down at his feet, and banged his shoulder hard against the door.

Ow.

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[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Walking by, Lee hears the noise. "Is someone in there?" he asks, incredulous that someone would get locked in a closet, in the name of all things holy and shirtless.

[soldtoarmenians]

"No!" Xander instinctively shouts.

Then slaps a hand to his face. "Uhh. No. No one's in here. Just the ghost of the second floor. Woohhhoooooooo. You can go on about your business. These aren't the droids you're looking for. Who's really scary. Avoid at all costs."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"Xander?!" Lee says, now even more incredulous than ever. Because, well, he really doesn't know that this is normal for Xander. "Gods, I gotta get you out of the closet, buddy!"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander smacked his head a couple of times against the door. "No, really. I like it in here. It's quiet and dark and safe relaxing."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"Right, and I like runing around campus naked on a cold day. I'll get you out of there," he says. He tries turning the door knob and it doesn't budge. "Oh frak..."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Hey, you and your nudity are--" Xander gets distracted. "Um. What was the question?"

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"The door knob seems to be jammed," he says, thinking fast as he can.

The idea comes to him quickly. It's a stupid one, at best, but he's cranky, restless, completely without sleep after checking on Kara every hour in the night and still bruised-as-frak from the battle yesterday.

"I'm going to have blast it open, Xander. I'll be right back."

[soldtoarmenians]

"You're gonna have to what?" Xander repeats, alarmed. "Whoa there, Nelly! Um. Lee? Adama? Hello?"

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee comes back with one of his firearms from last night that in the rush of things was never returned.

"Xander, I need you to get as far away from the door as possible," he said in his most William Adama tone.

[soldtoarmenians]

"It's a small closet, Adama!" Xander says, nonetheless scrunching back among the mop handles and stacks of duct tape. "Also no snow monsters in here to eat me, so not exactly an emergency. I'm sure you're hot to use your manly weapon as much as possible before they make you put it away again, but geez!"

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee's hero complex will not hesistate due to common sense.

He tightly grips his very impressive and manly firearm, aims very carefully at the door handle and says, "I'm going to count to three, fire, and then get you out of the closet, okay?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Why does the word 'fire' have to be involved in this operation? Fire bad. Screwdriver good. What's wrong with just...unscrewing me?"

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"I don't have a screwdriver, I have a gun," Lee says simply.

"One."

[soldtoarmenians]

"I'm sure I could find you a screwdriver!" Xander assures him, scrabbling around among the manly tools hanging on the wall of the closet. But not actually getting near the door.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Not hearing him at all, Lee says firmly, "Two!" followed by "THREE."

He fires the gun at the door knob, shattering it into pieces.

[soldtoarmenians]

There's a noise from within the closet that some people might describe as shrill and girly. If they were unkind people.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee can't say anything as he screams JUST the same way.

He tests the door. It still won't budge.

"Oh, FRAK ME," he yells.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I'm... not entirely sure what that means, but if it would get you to stop making things explode near me, I'd be glad to," Xander shouts back.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"Next time? Don't get locked in a closet!!" Lee shouts back.

Trying something stupid new, he bodily slams up against the door.

It doesn't budge.

He does the body slam thing again as he's feeling extra stupid manly and impresive today.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Right, I'll keep that in mind. To avoid exploding, stay out of the closet." Xander rolls his eyes, despite the fact that no one can see them and their rolliness.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"And stop," *slam* "rolling," *slam* "your eyes!" *slam*

[soldtoarmenians]

"You totally did not hear my eyeballs rolling over all that pounding!"

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"What?" Lee says. And then stops body slamming the door. "Do you want me to just leave you in there, Xander?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander starts to say 'Gods yes,' but really what's the point? Lee's made enough noise by now that it's not like people aren't gonna know he's stuck in the closet.

"Well, no. But dude, take it easy; you'll hurt yourself or me something."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"Frakker," Lee grumbles under his breath. He ponders his options. Well, his stupid options as his brain has yet to really turn on this morning.

His arms have failed him. What about his legs?

"Take cover," he shouts.

With one rather powerful movement, he kicks the door down. Olivia Benson would be proud.

He stares as the door crashes down, disrupting dust, mops, toilet paper and cleaning supplies.

"Xander?" he asks. "You okay?"

[soldtoarmenians]

The other can of paint has been hit by a flying screwdriver, and is slowly dripping white paint down off the shelf and onto Xander's inadequately-covered head, while he crouches beneath a fallen-over mop, and makes small meeping sounds.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee walks into the closet to find Xander covered in some white substance that he can only assume is paint.

"Xander?" he repeats. "Come on out of the closet, buddy, it's damned uncomfortable in here."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander blinks up at him cautiously, but makes no move to get up. "Well, it is now, yeah."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee offers him a hand. "C'mon, I need you to get up," he says.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Up. Right. I can do up." Xander takes Lee's hand and pulls.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee slips in the wet paint and topples on top of Xander. He says many choice words while rolling off of him and sitting up to notice that now he's covered in the milky white paint. In a closet.

He prefered snow monsters. Woe.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander stares looks at him. "I'm... actually not sure what most of those words mean. Do I want to know?"

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"No," he grumbles and looking at the disaster around him. "I broke down a bloody door. What the frak got into me?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Testosterone poisoning?" Xander offers. "Happens to the prettiest best of us sometimes..."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"That's gonna cost me," he grumbles. "Well, you okay?" and he looks around at the surroundings. "Man, I can't imagine being stuck in here. Did you sleep at all?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Eh, wasn't that bad." Xander cautiously rise to his feet and wipes white paint out of his face. Then offers his hand to Lee. "I'm kind of used to closets, actually," he says, thinking briefly of Cordelia. "Seems like I spent half my high school life in one or another."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee takes his offered hand and gets to his feet with a bit more dignity than how he got, er, off them.

And he also tries to process whatever the frak Xander just said. "What?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"My ex and I kind of kept things on the downlow for a long time," Xander answers. It's possible he hasn't actually let go of Lee's hand. "Sunnydale High had a lot of closet space for making out where no one could see."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"Aaaah, making out in the closet. I never thought of that," Lee says, deep in very pleasant thought and thereby ignoring the fact that he's still holding Xander's hand and also leading him out of the closet (walking carefully over the door).

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yeah, making out in closets is definitely fun," Xander answers, following. And lost in reminscence, so not really thinking to let go of the hand. "For a while, anyway. Sooner or later it's nice to do it in the open."

[sooo_cute]

Poor boys. That's the exact moment Quinn's walking past.

She stops, blinks, and takes in the sight of a paint-covered Lee and Xander walking out of the janitor's closet holding hands.

"I knew it," she says, and continues walking, getting her cell phone out to send a text message to Sandi:

EVR1 BUT MOUNTY IS GAY OMG

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee finally realizes he's still holding Xander's hand, lets it go at once, and straightens up. "Well. Now that you're okay, I guess..." and he looks down at their white-paint-covered lithe, impressive, manly, stirred bodies and groans. "Well, I guess it's time for another shower."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander nods. "Yeah, for real. Seriously shower-time." He claps Lee on the back, leaving a Xander-hand-shaped paint-mark. "Thanks for the help, dude. HonestLEEly I'd probabLEEly have stayed in there forever if you hadn't showed up to drag me out," he admits. "Felt kind of stupid having trapped myself in a closet."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, try not to get stuck in a closet again, Xander, someone may not be available to help you out next time," he says, clapping Xander on the back as well...although a little harder as he's peeved. "But I'm glad you're not hurt. Have a good day!"

He carefully picks up the firearm and heads back to his room. (http://pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com/16669.html?thread=365597#t365597)

[soldtoarmenians]

And Xander, wiping paint on his jeans, heads back to his.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

[ooc but ic: your roommate will have plenty of sympathy for you. she slept through it.]

[soldtoarmenians]

[ooc - and protected the froggie omg!]