His Bestfriends.

Rufina froze, her mind unable to comprehend what he’d asked, she blinked before she focused on him and asked, “My phone?”

Xander pressed his lips together before releasing a, “Yeah”

She nodded, “It’s on the table downstairs, I can’t go back there” her body was already leaning into her door.

“I’d bring it up for you” he replied easily.

He came back up but she was already inside, hating himself he tapped on her door, another door sound reached him before the room's door swung open and she stood in front of it.

“Rufina?” he called because she wasn’t taking the phone or opening her eyes.

“Put the phone on my face, mister,” she snapped.

“Oh,” he realized, face ID, so he did as instructed and she opened her eyes, it opened with a click, “There you go, don’t return it please, I can’t come out again” she complained lightly.

“Yes, ma'am,” he smiled.

She shut the door without a second thought and leisurely he walked downstairs before typing in and calling a number, it was picked at the first ring.

“Boss!” the receiver wailed from the other end of the call making Xander sigh, “Should I come in?” the voice added.

“Come in and do what, Scott?” Xander gritted out.

“Rescue you or something,” Scott sounded uncertain, making Xander shake his head, so if he’d been kidnapped earlier, his assistant would wait outside for his call instead of coming to rescue him.

“Get your ass outta here, and get me something I can change into tomorrow” he said.

Scott sounded baffled, “You’re sleeping over?”

“Scott?” Xander bellowed.

“Yes, ok boss, got it!” Scott replied quickly.

“Don’t call this number again, I’d wait for you outside” Xander informed briskly.

“Yes, boss,”

>

As Xander moved to return the phone to its owner, a call rang across the condo, he lifted the screen to his face and it was one of the numbers he recognised, “Xander, what the fuck! you had Scott breathing down my neck all day, why didn’t you tell him where you’re going?” his best friend, Xylon complained.

“I think it’s kinda his job to find out, no?” Xander deadpanned.

“Yeah but I seem to be his dumping bag, Xander” Xylon continued, his hoarse voice reached him.

Xander scoffed, “You buy him drinks and call me a bad guy. What do you expect?”

“You’re enjoying yourself, take care” Xylon grumpily replied before ending the call.

Xander took a deep breath when the call ended, he liked Xylon’s grumpiness because he’s the nicest person ever yet he whines when the people he’s nice to become too comfortable around him.

Then Xander made the mistake of thinking that was where the calls ended but instead a second call came in making him clench his teeth as he picked his second bestfriends call, “Are you okay? Where are you? I’m coming there right away” Xenon asked subsequently.

“For fucks sake, y’all need to stop calling this number, it ain’t mine!” Xander complained in hushed tones.

“Yeh well until you’ve got yours, we'll contact you however reachable” Xenon insisted, the man was always waiting for trouble.

At this point Xander was distracted by a drip in the kitchen so he moved there forgetting to reply to his friend, “Scott said something about a woman kidnapping you, did you talk your way out of it already?” Xenon asked.

With a roll of his eyes, Xander answered back, “I wasn’t exactly kidn─” he got cut off by Xenon who teased him, “Or were you too heartbroken for her to keep?”

“Gotta go, you should go take care of your grandfather” Xander taunted, he knew how much this conversation freaks him out.

“You know I hate when you do that” Xenon let out darkly.

Xander laughed, now enjoying the call, “Do what? advise you?” he taunted further.

“No, do the I’m-so-heartbroken-that-I-just-wanna-break-you-too shit” Xenon retorted, making Xander bite down on his lips, “I’m not heartbroken just disappointed” he replied.

“Says the one who got drunk in the morning and let a woman kidnap him after running into her car, man get a life” Xenon was giving his all and it finally struck a chord.

“You always remind me why I hate conversations with you,” Xander grinded out.

Letting out a strong laugh, Xenon countered, “But you can’t hate me, gotta go grab my slimy sleep”

How he manages to make everything sound sexual was beyond Xander, yet he’d never seen him date a girl longer than a month.

He ended the call without another word, because Xenon would always have a cooler comeback and then the conversation would keep stretching but he had to return the phone that he couldn’t return because she wouldn’t like it if he woke her up.

Almost an hour later, Xander went downstairs to take a small bag from his assistant and only after collecting them did he realize his mistake.

He didn’t have normal clothes.