Ah, familiar ground... "But I am a tart..." pouted Xander. The pout was a clever fake, but there. He stood up and flashed his best false smile. "Can I bring a Metallica album? Or are we listening to quote, unquote 'tasteful music'?" He said, nodding at Nikkie as he passed. He was still miserable, but the sight of a good piss up on the horizon helped him get along.