It had been a while since Xander had seen Roxie. He hadn’t seen the girl since he’d been living in New York, but the two had kept in contact – something he was grateful for because he now knew she was in Crownsville as well as him. Since finding this out, he’d invited her out for a drink at The 21st Amendment, which was where he was now sat with a whiskey in hand, waiting for the girl to show up. Once she did, he smiled at her, getting up from his bar stool to greet her with a hug. He didn’t think that was a weird thing. “Hey, you. It’s so good to see you!” Xander exclaimed, finally pulling back from the embrace. “How are you? Can I get you a drink?” he asked, gesturing to the bar stool next to the one he had claimed as his own for the night.
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