Xander had gone to bed early that night... gone to bed being a loose term for loading up on narcotics and booze and falling asleep in a plantpot outside the showers. He opened his red rheumy eyes and grunted as a girl headed for the shower and proceeded to throw up on the floor next to him.<br/><br/>"Fuck me..." He said in a voice like sandpaper. He took inventory.<em>Right... hangover, plantpot, no shirt... or shoes... or trousers. Or fucking underwear... fucking brilliant. Oh... I still have my anklet... that's never happened before.</em>He chuckled for a moment before clutching his head and moaning. He slowly got up and started heading for the boys showers across the hall. In his still drunk and painful state it took five minutes to get his naked body there and in the shower.