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Cicirossi
Joss Whedon is God and owns all. It's still his world, although we like to sneak in the side door and cover Xander with chocolate sauce and whipped cream when no one's looking.
God it was a long day, Xander thought as he trudged from his car to his apartment. Everything hurt, up to and including his left pinky toe. Work was brutal and he just wanted to order a pizza, turn on the TV and watch the Power Puff Girls. The little voice in his head that sounded a lot like Spike told him he was a pansy for watching girly cartoons, but he squashed firmly. Really, that little voice liked Passions, so who was it to talk? Anyway, time to sit around in his underwear and relax.
He stopped briefly at the silver-toned mailboxes just outside the apartment complex to check for bills. There was never any real mail, just bills. Except today there was one of those weird keys with the tag on it that opened one of the big boxes on the end of the row, the kind that held packages. Mildly interested, Xander struggled with the lock and popped open the box. A small brown cardboard carton sat inside it, addressed to him in neat block lettering, one corner covered in cancelled stamps. There was no return address.
With a shrug, Xander grabbed his box and let the mailbox door bang shut. Dragging his sorry ass up the stairs took most of the rest of his energy, and he dumped everything on the little table right inside the front door. "Hi honey, I'm home!" he yelled, and listened to it echo in the empty space. "Oh yeah. I'm the only one who lives here now."
Calling in his pizza order only took a few minutes, and the removal of the clothes a few more. The couch groaned under his weight as he flopped down and grabbed the remote. Before long he was feeling better, stretched out on the couch and laughing his way through Totally Spies. The package he received was completely forgotten until the pizza guy knocked on his door. Xander took it back to the couch along with the pizza, and after procuring napkins and a paper plate from the kitchen, he sat down to open it.
"Alright," he said aloud when he got the box open. "Dessert." Nestled inside the box was a double layer of Chocolate Hurricane candy bars, his favorite. Wow, he thought they didn't make those anymore. A quick check to the expiration date on each bar proved that they were still good, though, so Xander wolfed down his pizza and unwrapped one of the blocks of candy. An honest attempt was made to savor it, but he couldn't. It was just too good. So he had to have another one. Because that one he could make himself slow down and enjoy. Smooth, creamy, chocolatey taste, and it gave him that little tingle in his mouth that came from all those endorphy things. Bliss. Closing his eyes, Xander leaned his head back against the couch and chewed deliberately, swallowing tiny bits and enjoying them immensely.
Ah, chocolate. Natural mood improver. Maker of chemical happiness. The love of his life. So hard to resist. Xander eyed the remaining six bars. No. Two was enough. The rest could go into the freezer. He wasn't overly fond of frozen chocolate, unless it was ice cream, so he would stuff them in there. That way he'd have to thaw some before he could eat it, and that would make it last a few days, at least. He put the bars in a Ziploc bag and resolutely closed them in the icebox. No more tonight.
Weighed down by a full belly, Xander went back to mindlessly flipping channels on the TV. And promptly fell asleep. When he woke up with a crick in his neck and a trail of drool on his chin, it was ten o'clock at night and he cursed himself, because now he'd never get to bed on time. Especially because he was wide awake. Bouncy wide-awake. Go boogie at the Bronze awake. Too bad there was no one to go with, and dancing by himself brought back memories best left deeply buried. So it was back to the TV.
By midnight, Xander decided he was never going to be sleepy again. He'd watched TV. Lifted weights. Cleaned the bathroom. Come to think of it, it was the bathroom cleaning that really worried him. He had to get out. Of course, the only things open at midnight were Wal-Mart, a bar, or the porn store. After only a moment's deliberation, Xander decided on the porn store. Not only was he unlikely to ever close his eyes tonight, he was hornier than he'd been in a long time.
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