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*Xander sits down at a table to do a little people-watching. Normally not the kind of thing he goes in for-- but here, Milliways being what it is, he considers it an Olympic sport, if not an art form.

He grins and leans back in his chair. It's been a crazy week, that's for sure, what with meeting Death and Lucifer-- not to mention Meg, who falls under a category completely separate from the rest of humankind. Plus Pikachu, can't forget that little guy. All evil karaoke machines aside, things really aren't so bad here, after all.

Sadly, as often happens when people are happy and relaxed, Xander lets his guard down. He leans a little TOO far back in his seat, causing his chair to come crashing to the floor.*

AGH!

... I'm okay.

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"You sure about that?" Isabel peers down at the male now on the floor.

Uh, yes. *Xander casually puts his hands behind his head and grins up at her.* It's really great down here. You get a whole new perspective.

She nods, smirking. "Is that so? Well can I get you anything while you're down there? Burger? Fries? Pillow?"

*Xander debates this.*

Got an alarm clock? I may be down here for awhile, and I don't want to miss breakfast. *He grins.* You should come down, too. It's very comfy. Besides, my neck is starting to cramp.

"How about I just help you up and we call it even?"

She offers her hand. "I'm Isabel."

You're no fun.

*Nevertheless, Xander takes it and stands.*

Xander Harris. *He looks around as if just now seeing the bar.* Wow, it's great to be taller. I'm kind of glad to be on my feet again, actually. Some of those dustbunnies looked a little demonic.

The girl is only very slightly shorter than him. "No, the demon bunnies live outside. You're welcome to hunt them if you want."

Lucifer wouldn't kick my ass?

*Actually, as Xander ponders the encounter he had with El Diablo the night before, he determines that he probably wouldn't really care.*

"No. Violence isn't allowed. If he did, security would take him apart." She laughs a little. This guy was amusing. Kind of reminded her of Warren actually.

Oh, that's right. Forgot about that.

*Xander pauses, then grins.* You know, I would pay good money to see that.

"You do that. But then you might get kicked out of the bar. So it's kind of a trade-off."

*Xander frowns, thinking.* Wait, I'm kinda stuck here right now. If I were to get kicked out, where would I go? Or would I just have to pitch a tent by the lake?

And Warren sidles up from where ever they keep him when they aren't using him, possibly restrained by The Club. He wraps himself around Isabel.

"Hey Kitten," says Warren, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Hey Harris," says Warren, giving Xander no kisses whatsoever.

Mine! says Warrens eyes. You touch her I kiiiiiiiill you.

"Hey sexy man." She turns, planting a gentle kiss on Warren's lips.

"I see you two know each other."

*Xander blinks. A lot. To Warren, his eyes say, Whoa, back off, man! All I did was ask her for an alarm clock!*

Oh.

Huh.

Funny, you don't ... look like an alien.

Yes, well, we all know how Warren is about his womens ~~and possibly Andrew~~.

"Nope," Warren agrees.

He's still holding her possessively. She might try to run away and there are no champagne bottles near...

...wait...

...this is a bar.

"I do so look like an alien. This is just what aliens actually look like."

Well at least hybrid ones.

"Would you rather be engaged to a green creature with a big head?" She asks Warren.

*Xander puts his hands up defensively and grins nervously.*

Warren eyes the size of Isabel's head with mock seriousness because Warren is a jerk.

"So, uh, what's up?"

He doesn't actually care, he's just showing off the Babe.

"Xander was laying on the ground and trying to look up my skirt." Isabel replies, ever-so-innocently.

WHAT?

*Xander looks at Isabel murderously.*

Hey, I know I'm the amnesiac here, but I really don't remember that happening!

Urge to kill: rising...

Warren pulls Isabel a little closer.

"Baby? Don't do that."

"But it was funny." She pouts. "Fine. I'll play nice. Actually, I'll play walking away and going upstairs because I've got stuff to do wedding wise.

"It was nice to meet you Xander. It's good to meet Warren's friends."

*At the word "friends," Xander casts a dubious glance in Warren's direction. However, he smiles at Isabel and waves goodnight. Even if she IS evil.*

Okay, good night. Good luck with all that wedding stuff!

Warren watches her go.

"That's, uh, my woman," he says, proudly.