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[last_adam]

*Adam. Cider. Off early, and looking mighty pleased with himself.*

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander pulls up with cider of his own. Because obviously, the cool kids are all doing it.

"Merry late-Boxing Day," he says solemnly. "May all your sales be sixty percent off or greater."

[last_adam]

*Obviously. Adam's a trend setter, you know.

He laughs, and smiles.*

Sales are for the weak. How was your Christmas?

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Xander says dubiously, "have you ever seen a half-off wedding dress sale at Dillard's? It rivals just about every apocalypse I can name in terms of terror."

He grins.

"Okay, time for wild time-warping fun. Back home? It's not even Labor Day."

[last_adam]

I don't know, you never saw mine.

*Adam winks.*



...wow, that's weird.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but Tibetan monks don't strike me as the type to be caught dead buying a wedding dress."

Xander grins at him again.

"Weird it definitely is. Why would the magical, physical-laws-of-the-universe-defying bar at the end of time and space not match my calendar?"

[last_adam]

Obviously, it's a glitch in the matrix.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander looks around shiftily.








"Does that make me Neo? I don't have the kickass black c-- oh, shit, Spike's Neo. Spike's Neo."

[last_adam]

*Seriously.*

And you're Trinity.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander looks as though he might be ill.

"How do I unplug from the matrix, again?"

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

Prue is floating by. With nothing better to do while here she figures she should start introducing herself.

"Good Morining." Since someone had mentioned that it was morning she figured that it was the right greeting.

[last_adam]

Or afternoon or what have you, but yes, have a good one.

*Adam raises his cider in a salute.*

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

"I'm Prue." she would extend her hand but even by looking at her it should be rather obvious that he can probably put his hand right through her.

[last_adam]

*He offers his own anyway. He can shake her hand if he wants to. He's classy like that.*

New around here, I'm guessing.

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

She extends her hand just in case. After all stranger things have happened.

"Yes just arrived"

[last_adam]

Alive? Dead? Something in between.

*His hand meets hers, and he smiles at the look on her face.*

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

"Dead. For a few years now." she does look a little suprised. "And you would be?"

[last_adam]

That would explain the hesitance, I guess.

Adam Young. Resident book binder, trouble maker and antichrist.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Brian stumbles over and collapses against Adam's back, slinging one arm around his neck.

"MERRY POST-BOXING-DAY DAY!"

[last_adam]

*Adam reaches in and pokes Brian's belly with a laugh.*

And to you, too. I take it you've had a successful holiday?

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

A giggle and a gust of warm, highly-alcoholic breath.

"Fuckin'lutely. Abso. Thing."

[last_adam]

*Adam waves his hand a bit, and raises an eyebrow.*

Guess it depends on the definition of "successful," eh?

What'd he do?

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

"Nothin'. Fine. Fine fine fine fine, also fine, and fine. DRINK!"

Brian starts levering himself upright again.

[last_adam]

*Adam grabs for Brian's wrist and sits him back down in the chair.*

How about some water?

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

"No fun. Water is for tomorrow morning when I want to die! Alcohol is for tonight when I only wanna drown."

[last_adam]

*Adam holds off on the water, but he holds off on more alcohol, as well.*

Or for tonight, when you've got friends to take care of you?