Doot. Here's Xander's. Do Not Like It But Wanna Move On So Here Ya Go. Next Up Will Be Holtz. I May End It All With Him Or... We Will see How This Goes I Guess Haha!
He didn't know. Anything, it would seem.
He saw Willow coming toward him from the corner of his eye as he lifted the glass to his lips, finishing off another countless drink and twirled the glass as she got in her glaring position. "I don't know," he told her before she actually had a chance to speak. 'Anything' he added silently as he met her eyes for the briefest of moments. Although, he guessed, that wasn't entirely true. No, he did know what she wanted to say, what she wanted to ask. Why. Why, it was always why. Everyone wanted to know why. But that, that he didn't know. No one knew. No one could know. How could they when there just wasn't an answer?
As Willow walked away, he sighed, ordering up another drink, think about a million other things he didn't know. Why had fate brought them together? Why did he have to fall for her, of all people? And she him? Why did they have to be happy? Why couldn't that happiness be enough for him? Why couldn't Angel just stay? How could he leave her?
He mumbled out a thanks as he took his freshly pour liquor then went back to the questioning. Why was she here tonight? How had they not known? Had Angel known?
Had Angel known...
Xander shook his head at the image he saw tonight of Buffy, the extremely pregnant Buffy.
Angel knew, he had to, Xander knew that, too. Buffy would have never kept that from him. Yet, he still... and he he continued... and... and he never said a word about it. Not even to his best friend, and that hurt. Sure, they weren't as close as they had been, Pre-Buffy, but they were still Xander and Angel. The best they could be these days. And not once...
Xander finished the glass. Then another. And another.
"He's an idiot, you know that?"
Xander turned his head slightly, watching the blonde make herself comfortable in the seat previous occupied by Angel. He remained silent, wondering what the hell she wanted. "I'm aware of that fact, yes," he finally said.
Darla finally turned toward him, meeting his eyes and giving a weak smile before ordering up two more shots for the both of them.
He looked at her curiously, remaining silent for what seemed like forever. "What did he say to you now?"
This time, she was the one who looked surprised and puzzled. "I haven't spoken to Angel in some time now."
He sighed, "Then why are you over here telling me he's an idiot? And why do you look like you've been crying?"
Darla shook her head, returning her gaze to her glass, which she was happy to finish off and order them up some more. They both knew they were far from over on this night. "I look like I've been crying most likely because I have," she answered. "I talked to her, to Buffy," she continued with a shrug. "That would answer both of those questions."
He almost choked. "You did what?"
Darla held up a hand. "Don't ask me... I don't know. And no, I didn't say anything to her, not like that. I just... I don't know, Xander."
"There's a lot of that going on," he mumbled.
"She's having twins, did you know that? A boy and a girl, one of each," she gave a hollow laugh.
He growled. "No. I didn't even know there was going to be one, let alone two."
"No," he cut her off. "He didn't."
They sat in silence for many more mindless minutes filled with hard liquor.
"He's an idiot," she repeated.