Staking out a strip club. See, that was the kind of work that Xander could see himself being incredibly useful for. He could be the guy to distract the strippers! They'd find a room, get all sexy, and the others could do whatever it was that the mission was all about before collecting Xander upon their exit. Or, better yet, they could leave Xander there. Xander certainly wouldn't have minded living in a strip club. That was pretty much the best potential life opportunity he could think of. Outside of the Playboy Mansion, that was. Nothing seemed more appealing than that. "I'm gonna sit over here and hope that the lucky one wasn't you," Xander said, looking slightly amused. He leaned back in his chair, caught the amused glint in Dick's eye, and challenged him with a raise of his brows. "You don't mean...?" No. He couldn't mean it. But the way he was flashing Xander that amused look spoke more loudly than words possibly could have. Clapping his hands together, Xander leaned forward and peered across at Dick in pure delight. "Babs? Babs was your Undercover Bunny?!" Ooh, the possibilities there were endless.
"If it makes you feel any better? I could never work nine to five on top of what you're doing either. It's a tough gig, being a hero." Xander used to go out and patrol with Buffy all the time. Spending the entire night out in a graveyard, mixed with a couple hours at the Bronze, topped off by a day of school? Nope. No way. That was probably why Xander had spent most of his time snoozing in the back of the classroom than actually paying attention. Well, that and the fact that school in itself was incredibly boring. Education and all that had never really been Xander's strongsuit. He was smart in his own ways, but book smart? Nah. That was Willow.