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*Brian wanders in. He's got muddy tyre-tracks across his shirt, and a mostly-deflated bike tyre looped around his neck and under one arm. If you look close enough, you might be able to see that someone's chalked 'MISS WALES' on it. Around his waist is a huge Welsh flag, tied like a sarong, and his face is continuing the whole 'mud' theme.

He's a little bit drunk*

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*Xander nods slowly.*

Wait, is rugby the game where they have brooms on ice? No, wait, that's hurling or something ... uh?

Rugby is like... American football with no padding. I reckon. I dunno, really, I'm not big with the sports watching-ness.

*Xander isn't, either.*

Football. Cool. Yeah, I'm not big on the football. Especially when this is the result. *He gestures at Brian's "Miss Wales" getup.* No offense. Beauty pageants just aren't my can of Coke, if you get what I mean.

*he leans forward confidingly*

They fed me cider. I'm not responsible for my actions or dress code.

Cider? Like "made with apples"? This was hard cider, wasn't it?

... Who is this "they," some extreme-football-playing-drag-queen cult?

You've heard about them? Shit. Run, run while there's still time!

*he snickers*

And... woah, hard cider? Um, it was, y'know, liquid...

*Xander blinks. Even HE has never said anything that dumb.*

... Yeah. So, cults. Or not. I may never actually attend a sporting event because of this. At least demons and vampires leave your mangled corpse with dignity.

I dunno, the demon guy didn't seem that bad, from what I remember.

*he grins*

... Did this demon guy wear sunglasses and shack up with the other team-- in terms of friends, I mean? Angel friends?

*Brian grins and nods*

That was the whole apocalypse thing.

Oh! You were in on that.

*Xander frowns, confused.*

I don't remember rugby being a part of that story.

No, that was in my pre-rugby days. Um, eleven. Small apocalypse-fighty thing.

Wow. If only my childhood memories were filled with that kind of fun. You're an apocalypse-fighting prodigy, man. Most of don't get started until out late teens.

*he grins, wrinkling his nose*

Dude, most people miss out totally.

Gits.

Um, Xander, I have to be elsewhere, but cool meeting you. I'll bein again soon, so I'll see you.

*he laughs*

Oh, yeah, and Brian, too.

What, are you getting tired?

*Xander winces at his own pun.*

I have no idea where that came from. Uh, nice to meet you, Brian. See you around! *He waves feebly.*

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