Your friendly neighborhood Xander-shaped friend. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} xander_shaped) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-06-19 08:56:00 |
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WHAT: Random encounter of awkwardness.
WHEN: Afternoon.
WHERE: The complex kitchen.
RATING: TBD
With all of the crazy stuff going on in the city, Xander hadn't necessarily felt the need to venture out of the building. He didn't know what would happen if he did and he certainly didn't want to risk getting his ass kidnapped, kicked, or mauled if he tried to find out. Unfortunately, that also meant that he was without actual quality food, seeing as he'd forgotten to go grocery shopping the week before and was currently lacking in supplies to whip together a satisfactory meal. Unless one counted potato chips and ice cream - which, for the record, most people did not. Save maybe Xander. But he was saving that for later; if they were stuck here longer than expected, he'd need his last resort snackage before finally daring to go out and deal with all the crazy. The upside to all this crazy? At least Xander didn't have to call out of work, seeing as his boss wasn't exactly himself at the moment. Nothing pleased a guy more than knowing that he wouldn't have to put up with their overweight, overly irritable, pain in the ass boss in the morning. Except maybe sex. Sex and pizza. Oh, what Xander would give for a pizza right now...
Crossing the floor to the kitchen area, Xander set to work at digging through the refrigerator. Finally deciding on a sandwich, he pulled out a pack of turkey, ham, cheese, mustard, and mayo and set them all up on the counter. On a normal day Xander might have considered trying to make one of those quadruple-layered sandwiches that people always saw in the cartoons (if only to entertain himself), but he didn't want to waste food that he couldn't immediately replace so he went about making a fairly regular sized sandwich for himself. Once his sandwich was whittled together, Xander pulled a beer out of the fridge, sat down in the nearest chair, and began to eat.