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14 September 2006 @ 04:33 pm
“Mommy is that man a pirate?” Xander grunted slightly in his seat and turned his head to the window trying to fall back asleep. However a small girl with pig tales kept peeking over the back of her seat trying to watch him. “He has an eye-patch but no parrot… maybe he lost his parrot.” The girl added tugging at her mother’s sleeve but was once again ignored. Her mother was asleep herself and had learned to sleep through the continuous questions of a five year old girl.

“Hey mister are you a pirate?” Xander gave up and straightened in his seat as he wiped some drool off his mouth.

“Umm are you talking to me?” Xander asked groggily checking his watch. He would be due in Boston in about a half hour so at least this horribly train ride from hell was nearly over.

“Yes because I once saw a movie and it had pirates in it and they were ‘Arghhh matey I will get your bootey.’” The girl made a hook with her index finger and jabbed at the seat a few times. Xander just smiled, the one nice thing about kids was they never minced words. Sometimes this was preferable to being around adults who avoided eye contact and squirmed a little every time the carpenter adjusted his patch.

“Well I will tell you a secret.” Xander whispered leaning up. “I am a pirate and I am in search of treasure. Do you have any?” The girl nodded as if she was part of this conspiracy and picked up a can of root beer.

“I have this would that be treasure enough?” The girl asked with a small grin.

“Hmm well if you can scrounge up some chips and cookies that would be a mighty good treasure indeed.” The pirate replied really laying it on. It worked though and soon Xander was munching on chips and sipping soda as the train was making its way to the station.

When the train arrived Xander’s legs felt weak and springy from lack of use. He had no idea why he was in Boston or why he had taken the train to get there. Well train was cheaper but still that did not begin to answer the first question.

Still Buffy no longer needed his help and though he had loved Africa it was nice to be somewhere familiar; or at least more familiar than Africa.

(Tag Faith, you can move cordy along and say that the train station is also a airport if you want)
puffy_xandman on September 23rd, 2006 11:19 pm (UTC)
Xander picked the Holiday Inn, mostly because he knew the name. He also picked it because as a child his Parents used to take him to the Holiday Inn in Oregon, and that one had a fountain in the lobby that Xander liked to throw pennies in. Also he knew they were cheap and most of them had a small restaurant inside.

The car ride was relatively quiet except for the music playing on the radio. Xander was really not sure what kind it was but it had a lot of drums and he was sure he could hear some chanting but was not certain.

“So first time in Boston?” The cab driver asked over his shoulder a thick accent that was as indefinable as the music. The only thing Xander could say was it was not African, or at least not from the countries in Africa he had been to.

“Actually Faith is from here but I’m new.” Xander offered as Cordelia rolled her eyes.

“You know there better be room service at the hotel.” She hissed under her breathe.

“Oh such anger! I would never let my wife speak to me in such a manner. I hope your other wife is better behaved.” Xander could not help but smirk but Cordy just fumed.

“Oh we are so not married, we dated in high school but that had been a mistake.” C added wanting nothing more than to get to the hotel, out of her clothes, and in a hot bath.
faith lehane: to be newscratchyouout on September 24th, 2006 03:33 am (UTC)
There was no objection about his choice of lodging. Alright, there wasn't any objection except from Cordelia. Something about lack of class and. . not of her standards. Faith honestly hadn't bothered with listening. She'd gotten the gist of C's snobbish attitude a long time ago. Xander had been sandwiched between both females, something Faith doubted he would mind. She'd neglected to answer the cabby intentionally, hint of the local accent would have given it away if she had taken the time to deny her hometown.

Xander answered for her, which drew her attention away from the window scenes she had been watching before. It wasn't a look of anger, but random annoyance. It wasn't his fault for her bad memories though so, with a bit of force, it faded and her face became expressionless once again.

A chuckle was soon pulled from her though at the assumption that the other two were married. She nearly choked on it though when he mentioned Xander's "other" wife. A quick exchange between the other passengers and finally, she spoke. "That suppose to be me ?" She waited for Cordy to get through her mistake ramble before continuing, this time directly addressing the presuming cab driver. "I gotta be the other wife ? What makes you think she isn't the other and I'm the original ?"

An odd topic for her to get offensive over ? Yes. A bit of bitterness for always being overlooked for Buffy ? Maybe. Palm out, she gave a push to the driver's seat, not enough to physically harm him, just enough to jar his position. "Jackass." She muttered to herself, none too quietly, and sat back in her own seat with crossed arms.

Feeling the other two looking at her, she added without looking at them, knowing their confusion without seeing it. "Shut up." Not a threat, as it was more exhausted than angry. With a bit of luck, they arrived to their destination a few moments later, Faith throwing a few bills to the driver as she exited the car. Bag fixed on her shoulder, she walked ahead of the others to the front desk and rang the bell.

A middle aged woman appeared soon enough with a courteous smile. "How can I help you ?" Faith looked to her own bag and her other companions, each who was carrying a bag of their own, then back to the woman, as if the answer should be obvious. "We need rooms." After a nod of acknowledgement the employee began typing away on the keyboard.