Xander placed his phone on the bar in front of him and poured another drink, staring at it like it was a bomb. He took a sip and frowned, knocking it back. He glared at his phone as he got dressed in his tattiest clothes and went down to the front steps. On the way down his phone beeped as he received a message. He read it and swore loudly, lighting up a cigarette and sitting in a moody silence.