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Next Year's Girl

By Kylia

Chapter 14: Dating Now

January 9th, 2001

Cordelia's Apartment, Los Angeles

After so many months of abstinence, it was different, that slow waking up the morning after. Xander floated a little in that midway point between asleep and awake, trying to remember everything about the previous night. Or at least, remember it right, because his brain was deciding to tell him things that couldn't possibly be it.

What he could tell, as he lay there, in the bed, was that this bed wasn't the one in his room at the hotel, and that there was someone snoring in the bed next to him. He was lying on his side, the bed weighed down with that familiar feeling (that he hadn't felt for a long time, until today and... yesterday? with Clarissa) of someone else, behind him. And the snoring.

Xander turned in the bed, jostling the bed as he went, the snoring suddenly stopping, the person in the bed shifting a little, but still lying there. Propping himself up on one elbow, Xander looked at the person, trying to figure out why his brain was trying to insist that the person he'd had sex with last night was -

Cordelia.

Xander blinked.

He pinched himself, hard, yelping when he accidentally put a bit of Slayer Strength behind that.

She was still there, and scattered half-formed flashes and memories of last night fell into place as everything snapped back to him, or just about. Cordelia inviting him over. Them talking. Too much talking. And then she'd kissed him and she'd taken him to the bed and she'd pinned him down and -

"Oh Shit," Xander tried to mutter quietly, not wanting to risk waking Cordelia up - she seemed like she was still asleep. Unfortunately, the shock of seeing Cordelia there, of remembering everything they'd done last night stopped him from being quiet, and he'd nearly yelled the word.

Cordelia's eyes opened, and she blinked against the light coming in from the window, looking at Xander.

"Just what a girl wants to hear from someone who woke up next to her." Cordelia observed, sounding like she'd just woken up as well, but her wit was moving faster than hers - Xander just stared at her a moment, gaping.

Why isn't she yelling at me!? Yes, fine, Cordelia had kissed him and made the first move and dragged him back to the bed and - but he could have - he should have -

Why isn't she mad at me!?

"I mean," Cordelia started to sit up, the sheets falling down around her waist - drawing Xander's eyes and reminding him his own chest was bared now, which only made his cheeks got hot as he scrambled to pull the sheet back over it, "I've heard of people waking up the morning after and not liking what they see next to them," Cordelia noted. "But I have looked in a mirror lately, and I know last night was good, so what the hell Xander?"

Okay, so now she was mad at him. That was more familiar territory, and Xander took a breath.

"I - I was surprised, just - I mean - I woke up and I remembered last night and I mean - I couldn't believe it." Yes, he remembered it all now, the conversation and then she kissed him and everything. The whole thing about the reasons she fell in love with him in the first place, and his redeeming qualities in general and - Xander pulled at the sheet, trying to get it up further over his chest. "And then you were there and I mean - it really happened." And now what? What exactly was gonna happen next? They'd - they'd had sex. Really -

Really really good sex. Xander swallowed, feeling like his flush was spreading down his neck as he remembered it, the repeated absolutely insane toe-curling climaxes Cordelia had gotten out of him last night.

"I don't know why you're so intent on covering your chest with the sheet." Cordelia raised an eyebrow, lips curved ever so slightly up in a teasing smirk. "I mean, not only is it something I've seen before, but I did spend a lot of time last night with my lips all over them, if you remember." Xander bit his lower lip at her words, wishing a convenient hole in the earth would open up to swallow him.

"I - just -" Xander cut himself off, realizing he didn't really have a good response to that. He didn't let go of the sheet, but his death-grip on it did slacken a little as she realized she was right. The cat was out of the bag and then some and -

I mean, it's not like I have anything to be ashamed of. I am hot. For some reason, that thought felt... different, than previous times he'd had a similar sentiment about his body.

Xander took a breath. "How are you so okay with what happened last night?!"

Cordelia rolled her eyes, "Because I wanted you, I had you, and the sex was damn good. I assume I have your ex to thank for you being so good with your tongue?"

Anya. Oh sweet merciful jesus, if Xander told Anya that this happened - and how could he not, even if they had formally broken up for good it wasn't like he was never going to talk to her again and there - she was going to be crowing 'I told you so' so much. So much.

But I mean, she did. She'd been right. Xander had dismissed it because he had been so sure Cordelia couldn't possibly feel anything like that for him after what he'd done to her, and all the history they had. She didn't hate him, fine, but -

And yet.

She said 'I'm not in love with you but I can see it from here'. Xander licked his lips. There was - this whole thing had to be upsetting the balance of the universe, right?

But did it have to? Was it? Cordelia had been pretty clear in listing the things about him she liked, had always liked. And - the things that had drawn him to Cordelia were still there in spades. Her wits, her bluntness, her take-no-shit attitude, the fact that beneath it all she did care. Even the way she obsessed over shoes and dresses and all her other fashion stuff that went over Xander's head had been adorable.

But -

"Uhm... yeah," Xander said finally, forcing his mind to the question Cordelia had just asked, pinching his arm lightly to make himself focus. "She was - she was very insistent on teaching me how to give her 'as many orgasms as possible'. She would grade me on my performance."

"Okay, so that's a little weird, but I can't say I don't like the end result." Cordelia smiled as she said that. "So yeah, I'm okay with what happened last night."

"Just because we had good sex? I mean... really really good sex." Xander wasn't sure how he could flush more - nor sure why he was flushing so much over this - but he seemed to be managing it as images of all the things Cordelia had done to him with her tongue and her fingers and that vibrating toy that -

Nope, nope, not thinking about that right now. There were much, much more important things to focus on right now than the fact that he'd enjoyed that toy of hers.

"That's not enough reason?" Cordelia huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Okay, so you liked last night too, which, duh, but you're still, what, regretting it? Why?"

"I'm not regretting it!" Xander said quickly, loudly, then blinked, losing his train of thought as the truth of those words rang in his mind.

No. He really wasn't regretting it. That was true.

"I'm not regretting it." Xander said again, a little quieter. Then logic rallied itself against his emotions and pushed back, "It's just that it's not like we can just... pretend this didn't happen, right? Going by how things went in High School, we can't just do something once and get it out of our systems. That kiss last year didn't do it either." Xander swallowed.

"No... I don't think that's how it works with us." Cordelia agreed softly. "Was pretty sure it wouldn't, and... yeah. Now I'm definitely sure." She looked him over, "I absolutely do want to have a repeat of last night."

"And that doesn't bother you? That we're just - we're just repeating what happened last time?!"

"Last time, I pretended I still hated you for being a loser dumbass with no fashion sense for a while, even when we made out every break period in the closet." Cordelia pointed out. Xander exhaled slowly, opening his mouth to point out that wasn't what he meant, but Cordelia kept going. "Yeah. Part of me is bothered. Part of me is screaming that I'm an idiot for taking the chance you might hurt me again-"

"I wouldn't!" Xander cut in quickly. "Not - not intentionally! Not the same way! I'm a slow learner but I'm not that stupid. And I... hurting you like I did was... I mean, it's why I met Anya and I can't regret that part of it, because I did love her, a lot, but... I regret that you got hurt like you did, and that I was the one who hurt you." Xander had done a lot of stupid things in his life. It was kind of his thing.

Cheating on Cordelia with Willow was right up there with... well, was there actually anything that stupid?

Maybe going out for that walk where I got nabbed by Faith, but I mean, I didn't know what was going to happen!

So yeah. Stupidest thing he'd done, or just about.

"You say that, and I believe you, but I mean... it's not like you planned on cheating on me when we first started dating originally." Cordelia held up a hand before Xander could say anything else. "That's just part of me. Because yeah, you're right. We can't do casual. We can't just get each other out of our systems." She laughed, "and if nothing else, where else am I going to get sex as good as last night? Seriously, that was..." she trailed off, eyes half-closed a moment, head moving from side to side a bit.

Xander had to imagine there weren't a lot of people who didn't like hearing they'd been really really good in bed last night, and Xander was no exception. He took a breath, trying to keep ego in check. But with Cordelia, that was probably pretty easy.

She'd always been good at keeping his feet on the ground. Another thing he'd loved about her.

"So," Cordelia said, eyes snapping back open, "yeah. I have second thoughts, but not enough to change what I said last night. I'm not in love with you Xander."

"And I'm not in love with you." Xander said back quickly. Cordelia had obviously been thinking about all this longer than he had. Anytime Xander's thoughts had drifted to Cordelia since coming back to L.A. after Christmas, he'd always tried - tried - to cut off his wandering imagination by reminding himself that Cordelia would never, ever, ever want anything to do with him in that sense.

Ha ha.

"But... what you said last night? About all the reasons you fell for me last time?" Cordelia nodded and Xander continued: "That goes double for you. Everything I loved about you when we were dating before... It's still true. And... a lot of the things I didn't like about you are - you're still the same person you were in High School, just... better. And..." Xander chuckled a moment, as much out of nervous, awkward energy as out of humor, "If possible, you've somehow gotten more beautiful." He said the last few words quieter than he'd intended.

"I don't know whether I should be flattered by that last part, or insulted that you think it's possible for me to get more beautiful, given what that implies about what you think about me before." Cordelia stuck her tongue out at him, and now it was Xander's turn to roll his eyes.

"Given our history, why not both?"

Cordelia scoffied again, quieter, more... ironic, or perhaps laughing at the situation, than anything else, this time. "Yeah. That sounds about right."

"So if we're not in love... yet," and Xander wasn't sure if he wanted to hope they didn't get that far, or that they did. Sweet merciful Christ, this was just - there was no universe in which this didn't make things more complicated, but...

It also simplified a few things.

"But what exactly are we?" Xander asked, after a moment. "I mean - it's not like I have options lining out the door," and as nice as sex with Clarissa had been, Xander just... didn't enjoy casual sex as much, he'd found. Losing his virginity to Faith had barely counted, and he'd at least enjoyed his first time with Anya, when she showed up in the basement and removed her dress, but it was really more when Anya and him had started dating that...

It was better when you knew the other person. Connection and all that.

Which apparently counted even if you weren't dating the other person when you had sex.

"But given how jealous you got about Clarissa, I don't think you'd like the idea-"

"No. Definitely not." Cordelia interrupted quickly. "If this," she gestured to the both of them, the bed, "is something that's going to happen again, then no one else. Not for me, or for you." She started to say something else, her expression angry, jaw set, eyes narrowed, but then she cut herself off before getting out more than the word 'if'.

"No threats?"

"I think your imagination is good enough to guess." Cordelia offered with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Then she let out a breath. "But, and this may be me being a huge idiot, I don't think I need to make threats, do I?"

"No, god no." Xander shook his head, closing his eyes, swallowing. "Okay. So - we're exclusive then. Are we dating?" Cordelia didn't immediately have a snappy answer for that one, opening her mouth and then closing it as she did the same with a fist, slowly. "Didn't plan an answer to that one?" Xander teased, chuckling.

"No..." Cordelia admitted. "I didn't! Because - well, I figured you'd take longer to get it through your skull. Besides, I haven't been awake for that much longer than you!" She went on, covering for her admission of weakness.

Good old Cordelia. Xander couldn't help but smile. "Well, I did get it through my skull. I mean, if we're going to be exclusive in terms of sex, and plan on having sex again, which you do-"

"Hell yes." Cordelia interrupted. "Do you really get how long it's been, since before last night?"

"...I kind of got the idea, yeah." Xander inhaled, "I mean, I have... a lot of stamina, but you managed to keep up and then some." It had been largely theoretical, whether or not he actually had a lot more stamina or endurance for more sex or however you wanted to put it, since becoming a Slayer, until Clarissa, and especially until last night, with Cordelia.

One would think his first time being with Faith would have answered the question, but between it being his first time, and Faith being pretty quick on her own end, it had been way too quick for him to know if she really had that extended stamina.

It wasn't like Xander could ask Buffy or Riley about their sex life, but back when he'd still crushed on Buffy, he'd always assumed Slayers had sexual stamina to spare, and yes, that had been something he'd done more than just think about.

"So. Are we dating then?" He asked again. He didn't know what answer he wanted. Didn't know how he felt about it. Did he want to be dating Cordelia? Was he ready? He still missed his relationship with Anya, and the final point of breaking up had hurt, but... he'd been missing that relationship since the first breakup. It was a more muted feeling now.

But dating Cordelia? That was... that was always going to be a lot.

"I guess we are." Cordelia said after a moment. "What else do we call it? Friends with benefits?" She scoffed, and Xander did as well. Friends... friends would never describe them, Xander could agree. Not in any version of the word Xander had heard of. Cordelia sighed slowly. " Besides, if I just wanted to have sex with you, I wouldn't have. It's been a while, but I'm not a slave to my libido. So yeah." She took a breath. "Xander, I want you to be my - I want to date you."

"Okay. Then let's date." Xander agreed. "I'd say we should take things slow, given our past, but-"

"We skipped right past all that, yeah." Cordelia let out a long breath.

"So then we'll figure it out. Like the question of how to deal with the fact that Angel is a vampire and sooner or later he'll probably-"

Cordelia made a face, "He'll smell that we had sex? Yeah, I know. God, there are times when his bloodhound nose is creepy and annoying." She shook her head though. "But - I don't want to hide that we're dating. I'm not planning on shouting anything from the rooftops, but-"

Cordelia's whole body went rigid for a moment, hand flying to her temple. She started to fall backwards, off the bed, but Xander lunged forward, grabbing her shoulders , holding her in place as she shook and gasped in pain for a moment.

"Vision?" Stating the obvious, but -

"Demon rising - no - demon summoning... tonight... sewer tunnel," Cordelia screwed up her face, breath catching, rocking back and forth. "It's a big one. Claws like a scorpion and these eyes - hundreds of them!" She gasped again, letting out a long, shuddering breath, opening her eyes and shaking her head. "That's all I'm getting."

"No idea where? Or who's doing the summoning?" Xander ran his hand over her shoulders and upper arms as Cordelia's breathing continued to be ragged. She wrapped her arms around her torso.

"Nothing so specific. I think..." she closed her eyes, as if concentrating. "Somewhere downtown, but," she shook her head. "I got a glimpse at the summoning - it was - I think there must be some specific requirement, something we can use to - there was a chalice, this tacky-looking thing, all gold and jewels and probably plastic anyway and it had... something in it. Something... black and bubbling?"

"Figure out what that is, we can figure out the summoning." Sometimes Cordelia's visions were more direct than these, but this wasn't surprising. The door to her bedroom opened up and a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water floated in. Cordelia reached out her hands for both.

"Thanks Dennis," Cordelia murmured gratefully, setting the water down on her side table and unscrewing the cap, giving herself two.

Xander blinked as the reminder of Cordelia's 'roommate' was right there in front of him. Or - was the guy? He was invisible.

"Okay - um - Dennis? You weren't - you weren't watching last night were you?"

"No, he wasn't," Cordelia cut in. "Dennis isn't that sort of person. Be nice to him," Cordelia instructed, tersely. "Xander doesn't know you, cut the idiot some slack, please?"

"Right." Xander resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Sorry Dennis." There was no response. "How do you guys communicate?"

"Dennis can make his opinions and needs known if he really wants to, but he - he just likes helping." Cordelia sipped more of the water. "We need to call Wesley, get him to start researching. If this is happening tonight, we might need Angel for it too." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Assuming we can rip him away from Darla's side."

"We've managed it before," Xander pointed out, "But yeah. Assuming." He let go of Cordelia entirely and got out of the bed, searching for his clothes - they'd sort of tossed everything they'd been wearing last night around, so it took a bit. He could feel Cordelia staring, and Xander looked over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow, but Cordelia just shrugged and smirked.

Xander returned to looking for his clothes, but he did return the favor when he heard Cordelia getting out of the bed, though she put on a bathrobe pretty quickly, before heading into the living room/kitchen area to grab the phone.

"Wes? Are you - you're at the hotel already, aren't you? God, did you even go home?" Cordelia paused, "I had a vision. We have a demon being summoned tonight." She gave the details she could remember, while Xander finally - finally - found his bra, which had been tossed all the way to the other side of the room.

Xander wasn't sure he wanted to know how that had happened. He started redressing - he did have a change of clothes in his car, he always did after all, but he could just change when he got back to the hotel, since he was hardly going down to his car in the nude.

Faith I could see doing that though.

Cordelia hung up the phone and came back into the bedroom. "Wesley is starting the research. I'm going to take a shower, and then you can, if you want."

"I'll just head back to the hotel and take a shower there." Xander shook his head. He hesitated for a moment, looking at Cordelia's face, swallowed a moment. Was a quick kiss goodbye in order? They were dating, and granted, Xander's experience with dating was limited to... well, Cordelia and then Anya, and neither woman was exactly what Xander would imagine was 'normal', and -

Taking a breath and making a decision - and then immediately second-guessing himself. Xander finished putting the clothes back on and then went over to Cordelia, who was walking towards the bathroom. He put a hand on her shoulder gently.

"Hey." He said and Cordelia turned. Xander froze a moment, the fear of screwing up already paralyzing him again... No. No. Goddamnit. No. He leaned forward and gave Cordelia a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll see you at the hotel." He said, once he pulled back, but Cordelia's hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him back as he started to step away.

"Wait." Cordelia grabbed Xander's waist and pulled herself flush against him - the bathrobe was a pretty fluffy one, but it didn't really do much to stop Xander feeling her figure when they were like this. She kissed him back, making it a lot deeper than his quick peck - Xander returned it, letting out a quiet groan and then they pulled back, breathing. Cordelia let go of him, smirking as she turned around, "I'll see you at the hotel," she echoed, dropping the bathrobe before closing the bathroom door behind her.

"She's going to kill me one of these days," Xander muttered under his breath, staring at the closed door.

But what a way to go?

January 9th, 2001

Hyperion Hotel, Los Angeles

"What do we know about the demon Cordy saw?" Xander asked, coming back into the lobby, showered and changed into clean clothes. When he'd come in earlier, Wesley had been so consumed with his research that he'd barely noticed his arrival.

Some things were universal among Watchers.

"So far, less than I'd like." Wesley answered, "Cordy called you as well?"

"She told me about the vision, yeah," Xander confirmed. "Less than you'd like doesn't mean nothing."

"True. But mostly it's a function of narrowing things down. Cordelia's vision was not particularly detailed and so we're working from limited information. I'm trying to narrow down the substance in the chalice right now."

"Anything in English?" Xander asked, gesturing to the mass of books spread out on the front desk. "I've got nothing else to do right now, so I might as well help rule stuff out?" Even as he made the suggestion, he groaned internally. But he didn't have anything else to do.

"You could try one of these," he grabbed two books and Xander took them. "Not like you to volunteer with the research, Xander."

"No, but what else am I going to do? I don't have any leads for vamps or demons to slay in the meantime, and since there's daylight... no reason to go out and patrol either." Xander shrugged, sitting down on one of the couches and opening, sighing. No one who wrote one of these ye olden times demon books has ever heard of a table of contents, huh?

Xander tried to go through the pages quickly, but the old text was harder to read than was ideal, tiny and all cramped in together, so he had to stop and check as he slipped through the pages.

Cordelia came in, asked what Wesley had, and got more or less the same answer. They were not really getting anywhere. Or so Xander assumed until Wesley finally exclaimed loudly, god knew how many hours into it.

Xander looked at the clock.

Only an hour and a half? He rubbed at his eyes. Felt longer.

"Got something?"

"I did, yes. Here, does this sound like your demon?" Wesley practically shoved a legal pad he'd written a translation on into her face, and Cordelia recoiled a step, before snatching it from his hand and looking at it. "Yeah. Could be it. A bit vague but it has the right idea..."

"Then our demon is a Cltheroctyran. Which means that the bubbling black substance in the chalice is almost certainly blood from a Mexican Tyrcet Demon. The closest relative in this dimension to the demons that Cltheroctyrans hunt in their native dimension. It's an essential part of the offering to summon one."

"And why would someone summon one of them?" Cordelia asked. "The usual whistle something up to kill, maim and burn?"

"More or less. Cltheroctyrans are killing machines of the highest order, and their shells are quite hard to pierce. On the other hand, their eyes are fairly vulnerable. If you can get close enough."

"You mean get past those claws to stab the eyes?" Xander had come around the desk to look at the book Wesley had open in front of him, seeing the weird mutant-looking offspring of a D&D monster and a lobster and a freaking nightmare!

He was standing next to Cordelia as he looked at the book, and unconsciously, leaned in a little towards her to get a better look at the book. Maybe break out a freaking warhammer or something, to get through that shell? Or something with one giant big-ass spike? Xander looked up and over at Angel's weapon's cabinet.

"Not a simple proposition, yes. Our best bet would be to make sure the demon isn't summoned at all." Wesley explained. "Mexican Tyrcet Demons are not exactly native to Los Angeles, so if we can find out who has been bringing some in-"

"Or just the blood?"

"Unlikely. Their blood congeals and becomes useless for all ritual purposes within an hour. It has to be freshly spilled for the ritual." Wesley shook his head. "I'll have to give Merl a call."

Cordelia grimaced, "God, really? That slimy bastard?"

"He knows things, and someone moving these kinds of demons into the city is the sort of thing that would attract the notice of a demon like Merl. And he's not actually slimy."

"Doesn't he live in a sewer!?"

"Well, he's a demon, he can't exactly rent an apartment," Wesley pointed out. Cordelia shrugged.

"Alright, fine, so Caritas?"

"Most likely. I'll let you know." Wesley stepped away to place a call and Cordelia sighed.

"Merl. I hate that little parasite so much. Always demanding more money and whining about helping us. Last time I checked, no one forced him to be a professional snitch." Cordelia went over to the coffee machine and poured herself a cup.

"If Willy is anything to go by, then it's pretty much a job requirement to whine about how hard it is to be a snitch," Xander said, shrugging. The owner of the Alibi Room would talk to and for anyone, for the right price, so no one told him anything they didn't want to keep secret, and yet Willy still kept picking things up.

And every time one of the Scoobies had had to deal with him, he whined, bitched, moaned and complained about how much trouble helping them would cause him. And every time, he took the money and talked.

Well, almost every time, anyway.

Sometimes he just wouldn't take the money. Sometimes he'd take it and give them bad info. Just a few times though.

"Well, Wes can be the one to deal with him. We don't have to go."

"No, but we probably should. If these demons are as tough as Wes says, we don't have time to waste bouncing around L.A." Cordelia let out a long, frustrated breath. "Why do the Powers that Be have to give me such vague visions? Sometimes they give an exact time and address, and sometimes... this," she gestured at the spread of books and papers.

"Might as well ask why Slayer Dreams are so cryptic? I'm still not totally sure why they drew me here to L.A. or what exactly the big problem I was supposed to be here to stop." Xander was pretty sure it was Darla, or at least, Darla related, but he couldn't be sure. "But, the vagueness of it all did keep me sticking around so..." He let out a breath and shrugged.

"Well, given everything, I suppose there's something to be said for vagueness." Cordelia chuckled, "Just a little." She held up thumb and forefinger, barely an inch apart.

January 9th, 2001

Caritas, Los Angeles

Lorne approached them as they came down the stairs into Carias. All Xander knew about 'Meril' was that he was a demon, lived in a sewer, was a snitch, and was apparently slimy. But Wesley seemed to get sight of him, gesturing to a mottled green demon wearing a jacket, sitting at the bar, fingers drumming against the counter.

Caritas always set Xander on edge, so many demons in close proximity, the vampires - sure, there was a no violence spell, but his slayer-ness didn't really appreciate that. He stepped a little closer to Cordelia - without really realizing it at first, he reached for her hand, and it wasn't until Cordelia responded, squeezing it back for a moment that he realized he'd done so.

"Well, well, I guess you decided to take the plunge after all," Lorne raised his drink in a 'cheers' gesture.

"Wait, you went here yesterday?" Xander wasn't surprised, now that he thought about it, but. Huh. Wouldn't have imagined it beforehand.

"Yeah. I needed some way to know if I was being an idiot, or if taking a chance on you was actually what I wanted." Cordelia smirked, "Glad I went with the latter." She looked over at Lorne, "But we're not singing."

"Leaving aside the fact that you're both holding hands in the way only couples do," Lorne gestured, and Xander and Cordelia both pulled their hands back slowly, Xander feeling his face go red, for no good reason at all, "there's also the fact that what's coming off you is intense enough you don't need to sing."

"You're dating?!" Wesley exclaimed. "How long?!"

"Just starting this morning." Xander stared at Wesley, wondering why the man looked so annoyed. In that accent, he was half expecting Wesley to start cleaning his glasses.

"Bloody hell."

"What the hell's your problem, Wes? I can date Xander if I want to." Cordelia raised her hand, one finger up.

"Of course you can. But the fact that you are, now means I owe Gunn ten dollars." Wesley looked very put out about that too.

Almost in unison, Xander spoke alongside Cordelia: "Wait, what?"