There was more than a reason why Xander always, always has his own stash of alcohol somewhere in his living quarter. The obvious reasons was his love for them. Another one though, one that people didn’t know much, is that he’s always had been a little bit of an insomniac. Something about the nighttime made his brain buzz with thoughts of everything and nothing. He usually deal with them by busying himself with things to do – late night walks around the HQ, working on his personal business and works. Other times however, he would just tune them out with a help of alcohol in his system.
That was back in the old days though, back when Mount Olympus stood in all its glory. Now, it was a new year, and the destruction of the headquarter he had called his home – heck he wasn’t even on American soil anymore. No, he was in London, stuck in the infirmary, and alcohol-less. Leaving him alone with his thoughts, reminding him of the decision he made, the reason why thing went to hell and so many people they care for.
The door creaked opened and light footsteps making its way into the room. He wasn’t sure who it was or why they would even be here in such ungodly hour. But one thing that was certain, with pretty much everyone hating his guts, he wasn’t going to deal with this now. So Xander closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and maybe soon he’d finally fall asleep for real.
