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First Floor Lobby [Friday Night]

It's been a quiet day and Fraser's very grateful for that. This time, last week, there was snow and power outages and a foul mouthed firefighter standing next to him.

This week, the lobby is quiet. He's taken to reading one of his borrowed library books when...

A student. Just one student whizzing by and Fraser returns to his book.

Another student. And two more. Fraser eyes them curiously and wonders if there was a school event that he'd missed the memo on.

After several other students exit the dormitory, Fraser frowns and puts the book down.

Something was up.

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Xander walks carefully down the stairs from the second floor, trying not to either spill his passenger from his shoulder or get a head-ful of claws in the attempt.

Peeking into the lobby reveals... a mountie. A frowning mountie. That's... probably not good.

"Hey there!" he says, pasting a cheerful grin on his face and giving a possibly over-enthusiastic wave.

Faithful snorted and made sure that only Xander would hear him for the remainder of the conversation. The mountie would just hear a lot of purring. "Smooth. Why don't you just tape a target to your forehead?"

"Good evening," Fraser says, smiling back. Forgetting the mass exodus of students for a moment, Fraser turns his attention to Xander.

"How is everything tonight?" He smiles down at the just arrived cat.

To Faithful, Xander says, "That's the idea, furball." To the Mountie, grin still in place, he adds, "Things are great. Little loud up there, though, with the party. Thought we'd come down and take a break from the music."

Faithful purred and waped Xander on the head with his tail.

Fraser lets the furball statement slide for a moment. After all, this is high school and students are bound to become stressed.

"Party?" Fraser frowns and glances upwards. "Where is this party occurring?"

Was that the plan? Making him a) frown again, and b) frown towards the second floor? That was not the plan, no. ~~And not just because he looked better smiling.~~

"Common room; it's Logan's 'Welcome To Dorm Life, Spoiled Rich Boy' party," Xander replies smoothishly. "It's all under control and admin-approved; it was even on the announcements this morning. Just a little busy for my brain right now."

Faithful couldn't help himself, really. Plus, he was nervous. "Getting dressed in the morning is a bit busy for your brain."

"I missed the announcements this morning," Fraser explains to Xander. Shaking his head, he reaches for his hat and tucks it under his arm. "Are you aware of any other school sponsored event that might be happening outside of the dormitory?"

Xander shoots a glare at the cat. "I knew there was a reason I didn't miss having a girlfriend; thanks for reminding me."

Outside. Shit. Um. To Fraser, he answers, "They were saying they needed to make a food run when I was up there - bunch of people took off to go to the pastry place, I think, and somebody else was going for drinks."

His eyes are, possibly, drawn like a compass needle to the hypnotic movement of the Hat.

Faithful snorted.

Fraser watches, with concern, when Xander continues talking to that cat and mentions a girlfriend. He wasn't sure how things were in the US but in Canada, pet owners didn't typically call their pet that term of endearment.

Dief takes that moment to wake up and trot out to where Xander, Fraser and Faithful are standing. Noticing the cat, he lowers himself to the ground to watch Faithful.

Gesturing with the hat, Fraser points upwards. "They didn't acquire enough food for their party in advance? How much are people eating?"

"Pardon the bitchy cat; he's just...always like that, actually." Not that Xander's actually spent enough time around Faithful to be sure of that, but hey, he's already on a lying roll, and this is one he at least suspects is true.

Xander follows the movement of the ~~whoa, hi, arm in a uniform~~ Hat, staring upwards.

"I think they just didn't figure on Logan being as popular a guy as he is. Plus, first free weekend after a big monster attack, everybody wants to let down their hair and relax."

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Xander is possibly back on 'What was the question?' due to the smiling. Even though it's not being adjusted anymore, so the Hat on his Head is once again just a hat on a head.

"Maybe? But you probably wouldn't want to ruin a nice hat like this wearing it in a greasy fast-food place."

Faithful rolled his eyes and seriously considered just going to see where else he was needed. On the other hand.... He grinned and knocked the hat off of Xander's head.

Xander said something to Faithful in Rat that he'd picked up from yesterday's Creature Languages guest, as he bent to pick up the hat - and dumped Faithful off his shoulder in the process. Totally accidentally, of course. He wasn't entirely sure what he'd said, but he had the feeling it hadn't been on their vocabulary sheet for a reason.

He stood back up, replacing the hat, but probably nowhere near as ~~straightly~~ well as its owner had.

"No, you're quite right," Fraser replies. "But the material is durable enough that it would prevent any type of head injury result from grease spattering and would also keep the head warm during winter. It's very utilitarian."

"That material," he says, pointing to the hat on Xander's head, "is almost as durable as this," and he points to the material of his red uniform. "This uniform has protected me from many an injury."

"It looks--" Xander looks. "Durable. Yep."

And then words, because there are always words. Sense optional. "I don't think any uniform I've worn has managed to protect me from more than public nudity. And frankly with the ice cream truck one, the embarrassment level wasn't much better."

He corrects himself. "No, actually, the puffy workout suit was all durable and protecty. But that was mostly for Buffy to beat me up in, so I didn't get paid for wearing it. Also? Michelin Man look not nearly as stylin' as yours."

"Thank you kindly for the compliment," Fraser says, having momentarily forgotten about the students he'd seen leaving. "I'm sure my uniform would look just fine on you as well. It's very slimming, not that you're overweight, and very form fitting."

"Slimming?" Xander frowns, looking down at himself, somewhat distracted from... his previous distraction. Neither of which is really the distraction he's supposed to be concentrating on, but hey, there's a Mountie in front of him, which means there's not a Mountie going out to chase down the fearless vampire killers.

He glances back up, and confirms that yes, indeed, 'form-fitting' is a good description. Which at least kicks the distraction back onto its previous track.

"Yes." While his hat is still on Xander's head, Fraser steps closer and puts his arm right under Xander's nose. "The material is both durable yet has a definite elasticity that allows me to move."

He pulls the sleeve of the uniform up and flexes his shirt and then elbow.

~~Whoa hi arm.~~ WHOA HI ARM.

"Very... bendy."

"Precisely," Fraser nods and lets his arm fall to his side again. "The uniform allows both strenuous exercise and everyday comfort. And since I experience both strenuous exercise and a need for daily comfort, this uniform suits me well."

"Am I boring you?"

Xander swallows. "Boring? No. Not boring. Some other thing that is not boring."

Some tiny fragment of what had been his actual plan for distracting the Mountie manages to seep back into his head. "Actually I was kind of interested in the whole...thing. The Mountie thing. I poked around online and found some of the official websites and stuff, but boy, do I ever need to learn to use more specific search terms. You'd be... really surprised what 'mountie' brings up when you type it into Google."

"You're interested in Mounties?" Fraser looks geniunely pleased. "First of all, Royal Canadian Mounted Police would most likely be a better search term than the generic term of Mountie. It's more specificied and will allow you a more precise idea of what exactly a Mountie does."

"Also, if you're interested enough, I would be more then happy to tell you a little more about the RCMP and my experiences as a member of the RCMP."