MCA #0 [Thursday Afternoon]

[bridge_carson]

Sure, Angelus may be off the streets, but for now Bridge is still sticking around at Xander's. Which at the moment involves laying sprawled out on the couch in the den, his left ankle propped up by a bunch of pillows, as he flips aimlessly through the channels.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge makes a face. "I'm really not sure why everyone seems to think visiting the guy is the Best Idea Ever," he grumbles, unceremoniously flopping back down on to the couch.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders sits down on the arm of the couch, near him. "What I'd like to do to him wouldn't go down well in front of the troopers," he mutters agitatedly.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"The line forms behind Peter- uh, Pevensie- and Xander, I think," Bridge says. "And it's getting pretty long. Maybe I need to make another take-a-number machine," he tries, attempting to make a joke.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders can't help laughing a little bit, because let's be honest, they could both use it. "Oh, the take-a-number machine. Those were the days, huh?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"One of our earlier forays into pranking," Bridge grins. "It holds a special place in my heart."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Always." Anders actually does put a hand over his heart, the big dork, and pretends to swoon for a second. "It was simple, but it had style, I thought."