Being thrown around like a ragdoll? It was so not one of the things that he had mapped out for the evening. Especially not the falling on his face part. Xander really disliked that. Blinking his eye, he shook his head and planted his palms against the floor to push himself back up.
"Okay, ow," he started, looking to Alessa. "Is that really how you treat a guy who makes with the sharing?" Again, a witty remark. But really, that was what Xander did. He laughed in the face of danger. Sometimes. When it got bad though, he liked to run away. That was good too.
His box of donuts had fallen onto the floor. The box was still intact, but he got the feeling that the goodies inside weren't. Fantastic.