WHO: Xander and Chloe. WHAT: Hanging out. WHEN: Early evening. WHERE: Kitchen. RATING: PG-13.
Xander wasn't exactly sure on why he was going out of his way to publicly humiliate himself. Usually, he'd want to play the act of the suave guy. Cool hair, witty remarks - the whole nine yards. But, ever since he had met this Chloe person, Xander had decided that there was something about her that he liked. She was, to be quite frank, fun. And in a place where one of his best friends was suddenly years older than himself, while the other was potentially evil and missing in action? Oh, yeah. Xander was gonna take his company where he could get it. So, the public humiliation bit was gonna have to do for now. If Xander thought for a second that Chloe was the type of girl who would have laughed in his face and walked away after dishing out a stupid joke (hi, Cordelia), he wouldn't have bothered. But, as he believed, she was more of the type of chick that one never got to see much in high school while growing up. Kind of like Willow, minus the geek points that came along hand-in-hand with Will being a computer/magic/generally ridiculously intelligent whiz of a person. Not that Chloe was a moron. She certainly seemed smart herself. Fact of the matter was, Chloe was nice. And she seemed like the type of gal that Xander wouldn't have minded hanging out with in his free time. She was no Scoob, but she was entertaining and fun all the same. He got the feeling that they were going to get along just fine.
At least, that was as far as first impressions went. Xander was going to have to see how this entire ordeal went. He tugged at the strap on his shoulder, smirking just slightly. He had promised the woman a toga; therefore, a toga she would have. It wasn't pink, as he had suggested, but the sheet that he had fastened around himself for the joke was workable enough. Xander wasn't brave to go at the entire thing full commando style, so he had on his boxers underneath as a reassurance that if the entire outfit went bizarre on him he wouldn't be stark naked. It was probably the only thing that made him finally decide to venture into the main kitchen area, toga ridden and all.
He needed this, too. Not just because he was in a weird, wacky, alternate universe that was a cross between bad and win. Nope, he just needed a distraction. After seeing the world almost end (and then saving it with his mouth!), Xander could have used the break. Some fun time, away from the stresses that had followed him over. No guilt about Anya, no worries about Willow, no panicking about anything. Today was going to be good. Fun, even. He'd see to that.
Or at least he'd try.
Spotting the head of blond hair ahead, Xander offered Chloe a friendly smile and spread his arms out wide as he approached her. Toga and all. "Does thou haveth my food, dear Lady?"