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Virginia was humming slightly to herself, and looking through her wedding magazines. She looked up every so often to make sure that no one was coming after her.

She didn't care what Wolf said. She wasn't going to be paranoid. She wasn't going to hide. She was going to live her life, deranged weirdos or not.

She was, however, going to be careful, and aware of her surroundings.

Which, honestly, wasn't much different from what a single woman had to do in New York, biking to and from work alone and all.

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Virginia chuckled. "You two are like Abbot and Costello or something. Or two Stooges bereft of your proper Curly."

Xander glares at Ron.

"I'll Curly you, you little-- hey, get back here! I wasn't done threatening you!"

He hands Virginia back her magazine. "Uh, here you go."

Virginia laughed as Ron ran off.

"So what was it you were smacking him over?" she asked pleasantly. "Whatever it is, I promise I'll keep it a secret better than he was about to."

"Sorry, Virginia," Xander says, "but I've learned the hard way that no one can be trusted-- not your friends, not your other friends, not angels ..." He sighs dramatically. "I wish I could, but you know how it is."

Virginia just chuckled at him as Ron came running back from the room with a book in his hands. "What's that you got there?"

"It showed up with a bunch of other books in my bookcase. It's about dreams," Ron said. The title was A Diviner's Guide to Dream Interpretation.

"What was your dream about, Xander?" Ron asked, opening the book up.

Xander eyes the book with interest.

"Well, let's see ... there was a giant crab wearing loafers. And it chased me down this beach, and then it caught up with me." He realizes what he just said and stares at Ron. "Oh, come on, that doesn't mean anything! Except maybe that I should avoid seafood."

"Lemme see what crabs mean." He flipped some pages, read a bit and looked up at Xander nervously.

"Er."

"What?" Xander says. "'Fear death by water'?"

"It says that crabs represent, er...sexuality," Ron said hesitantly, eyeing Xander carefully. "'CAuse they don't know which way they're going. And so that means you're running away from yours. Er."

He quickly looked down at the book. "What was the rest? Lighting, you said?" He flipped some pages. "Oh. That just...er, accentuates it." A careful pause as he turned back to the crab bit. "It wasn't wearing loafers, was it?"

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, buddy!" Xander makes a "T" for "time out." "A crab represents sexuality? Yeah, right. Does this happen to be GAY sexuality?" He's just dripping with sarcasm.

Ron stared at him for a moment, frowning slightly becasue of his outburst, then flipped a few pages.

"Loafers...loafers...Oh. Yeah, that means you're gay," he said wryly, not really reading the page. "Super duper gay. A complete arse bandit--like muggle comic, superhero gay."

Xander lunges for the book-- and possibly Ron's throat.

"Shut UP, that's not funny!"

Ron dived under the table, cracking up, with a protesting, "I was having you on!"

"Boys! Boys!" Virginia grabbed Xander's collar to keep him maiming the redhead and gave Ron a sharp kick under the table toe kick him to come out. "Behave! Or I'll make you both go in seperate corners and then you'll get no dessert tonight," Virginia said warningly, but she was grinning.

Xander fights Virginia feebly, resisting the urge to declare that RON started it.

"Having me on?" he repeats. "I am not a SWEATER!"

"Ow!" He flopped out from the other side of the table.

"It means I was joking! Blimey! People can't take a bloody joke." He added, "And the crab bit was all true!"

Virginia picked up the book and looked then winced sympathetically. "ooooOOOOOOH, he isn't lying about that part." She held it up for Xander to see.

Xander grabs the book and reads, a look of disbelief growing on his face.

"Oh, HELL no!" he declares. "I'm not gonna base my view on my own sexuality on some crab! No matter HOW good its shoes were." His face falls.

"

Ron shrugged helplessly. "Xander, you're asking a bloke who's been on one--" He held up a finger. "--date his whole bloody life! I have no clue. All I know is that while I might've thought different a while ago, it doesn't really matter, and if you don't interior decorate now, I reckon you're not about to just go an pick it up all of a sudden if you are."

Virginia put both hands on Xander's shoulders and pushed him into a chair.

"Okay, why d'you think you're gay and why are you so upset about it?" she asked.

Xander suspects that he now knows what the Spanish Inquistion is like.

"Uh, I don't know!" he says, panicking. He glances over at Ron, wild-eyed. "I kissed a guy, but it was just once! And I guess I always thought that Spike was kinda hot in his leather jacket-- WHOA! DOWN, inner monologue!" He looks at Virginia beseechingly. "Hey, hey, I know it's no big deal. Really! I just ... never thought it'd be me, and suddenly it's like the whole UNIVERSE is going: Xander Harris, you're GAY."

"...Maybe you're bi?" Virginia suggested helpfully.

Xander nods. "Well, YEAH. But I mean, the 'girls' part has always been in the equation. This ... is new. I suspect foul play." He glares meaningfully at the Bar.

"Or maybe you just care enough about certain guys to be attracted to them?" she also suggested. "And it's not really a big deal, and you're not going to go around flicking your wrists and picking out curtains because those are blatant stereotypes? You'll just be Xander. Who likes the occasional dude enough to not care he's a dude."