Xander took a step back, looked down at the pizza box in his hands, and then thrust it forward. "Uh. You ordered a cheese pie?"
Though C.J. probably meant to say no, instead he pressed his lips together, as though he was trying to hold back a squeal.
"Fine," Xander said in a grumpy voice as he started to trudge away. "I poof into this building, pizza in my hand with your apartment number on the slip, no idea what I'm doing here, and it turns out I've got a fake ordered pie on my hands and --" [he checked in his wallet and grimaced] "--change equalling less than twenty dollars on me. Now, whoever did some kind of hocus pocus on me to zap me into this reality with another delivery boy job, couldn't they at least get me a better scenario than this? Maybe had me deliver garlic knots to a guy who invites me to a wild and crazy party, or bring a stack of pies to an old lady who leaves me her fortune?"
"No, wait," C.J. cried. "Okay, so I didn't order the pizza, it's true. But I *wished* there would be pizza!"
"Hang on a sec," Xander said, turning back slowly. "You...wished it?"
"And that you would bring it to me?" C.J. offered uncertainly. "I was just in the shower, and thinking, wouldn't it be great if--"
"Oh man," Xander said. His eyes went wide. "You know, now that I think of it, this is the fourth time this week that--"
Suddenly there was a loud soundtrack in the hallway, carrying the unmistakeable tune of BOOM CHICKA BOOM CHICKA WOW! WOW! Xander pushed past C.J. into his apartment, tossed the pizza onto a table nearby, and began to strip off his tight black t-shirt.
"What are you doing?" C.J. blurted.
"Well, I thought maybe you could give me a back massage," Xander explained as he loosened his belt and undid just the top button on his fly. "Carrying pizzas is tough work..."
"Ah, Gay Wish Week," Anya commented at C.J.'s shoulder, having just teleported into the scene. "You know, when D'Hoffryn switches me over to granting the desires of fabulous gay men to mix things up? It's always so interesting. Sure, there's less potential for mayhem and reality-altering acts of violence, but it's lots more fun to watch. Here," she said, giving C.J. a brisk and reassuring pat on the arm. "I brought the massage oil."
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Date: 2007-05-22 12:00 am (UTC)Xander took a step back, looked down at the pizza box in his hands, and then thrust it forward. "Uh. You ordered a cheese pie?"
Though C.J. probably meant to say no, instead he pressed his lips together, as though he was trying to hold back a squeal.
"Fine," Xander said in a grumpy voice as he started to trudge away. "I poof into this building, pizza in my hand with your apartment number on the slip, no idea what I'm doing here, and it turns out I've got a fake ordered pie on my hands and --" [he checked in his wallet and grimaced] "--change equalling less than twenty dollars on me. Now, whoever did some kind of hocus pocus on me to zap me into this reality with another delivery boy job, couldn't they at least get me a better scenario than this? Maybe had me deliver garlic knots to a guy who invites me to a wild and crazy party, or bring a stack of pies to an old lady who leaves me her fortune?"
"No, wait," C.J. cried. "Okay, so I didn't order the pizza, it's true. But I *wished* there would be pizza!"
"Hang on a sec," Xander said, turning back slowly. "You...wished it?"
"And that you would bring it to me?" C.J. offered uncertainly. "I was just in the shower, and thinking, wouldn't it be great if--"
"Oh man," Xander said. His eyes went wide. "You know, now that I think of it, this is the fourth time this week that--"
Suddenly there was a loud soundtrack in the hallway, carrying the unmistakeable tune of BOOM CHICKA BOOM CHICKA WOW! WOW! Xander pushed past C.J. into his apartment, tossed the pizza onto a table nearby, and began to strip off his tight black t-shirt.
"What are you doing?" C.J. blurted.
"Well, I thought maybe you could give me a back massage," Xander explained as he loosened his belt and undid just the top button on his fly. "Carrying pizzas is tough work..."
"Ah, Gay Wish Week," Anya commented at C.J.'s shoulder, having just teleported into the scene. "You know, when D'Hoffryn switches me over to granting the desires of fabulous gay men to mix things up? It's always so interesting. Sure, there's less potential for mayhem and reality-altering acts of violence, but it's lots more fun to watch. Here," she said, giving C.J. a brisk and reassuring pat on the arm. "I brought the massage oil."