Where everyone knows your name...

Stumbling over his feet Xander looked himself over. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with him. But, he did just find himself lying on the ground outside Sunnydale High, home of the Hellmouth. Which wasn't good. So what the hell had happened? Xander tried to cast his mind back, tried to remember. Only... there was nothing. That wasn't good.

So how was he going to figure out what happened?

He'd need help. Pulling out his cell he paused as he tried to figure out who he should call. Anya? Buffy? Wills? The G-Man?

Xander rolled his eyes, he loved them all but they were all going to be an enormous pain in the ass. A lot of the time it felt like they blamed him for the strange shit that happened to him. It wasn't his fault that he lived in weirdsville. And apparently was evil's favorite flavor.

So who did he trust to help him out who was in the mojo business? Thankfully he wasn't hurting for options. Tara, Janna Kalderash, Amy Madison and Catherine Madison.

Xander winced at that last one. He'd been neglecting his kitty Cat. What with everything going on it was only natural one part of his ridiculously complicated social life was going to suffer. His kitty Cat had come a long way from body jacking her daughter all those years ago but she was still, from time to time, offended that he didn't have all the time in the world for her. He supposed he was overdue for a visit.

He hoped Amy wasn't home, he didn't know if he had the energy for Amy and Cat at the same time. Xander snorted, that was a lie, he'd find the energy. For his girls, all of them, he'd do everything he could and then some.

Stretching as he walked for his car he tried to limber up. A visit with his kitty Cat could be quite hard on the body especially after a long dry spell. Catherine tended to get creative to try and win him back into her bed. Over exuberance could be a problem without stretching before hand. Tho, her old cheerleader outfit never failed to get him to rise to the challenge.

"Aw hell." xander murmured, "This is gonna take all night." with a frown Xander considered heading over to one of his other girls. He could head to Tara. Tara would be wonderful, kind, caring... sensual. she'd hear him out, work on his problem and at most demand an hour of tantric sex.

Still... he had been neglecting his kitty Cat. Maybe he could talk her down from five hours of bedroom gymnastics.

Xander snorted, "And pigs might fly out of my butt."