[center][h1][color=880015]Xander Clarke[/color][/h1][/center]
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“Yeah well, don’t worry. I have ideas for how to show my CO how much I appreciate it.” Xan replied to Skye’s comment with a devious grin and a small cackle. 

No one in that facility was safe from Xan’s antics, not even his superiors: direct or otherwise. The only difference was he’d end up paying for every little infraction more so than with his fellow squadmates. After all, they couldn’t order him to do a solo mission in the heart of the outback for 3 weeks. The people in charge could. Yet much to their chagrin, this did not deter him. If anything it made him more determined with his shenanigans.

Though he had turned his attention away from Skye and missed her mention of Misa’s cooking, he was immediately drawn back in when she mentioned the idea of having the heavy class work with him a bit more. His head perked up like a dog hearing its name before he sauntered over to Misa and leaned against the sofa next to her. 

“Oh please make that a direct order.” Xan requested with a smirk. His mischievous gaze locked with the dark haired woman as he finished his thought. “I’ve been wanting to take a crack at that bot since the moment I laid eyes on it. Who knows what kind of improvements I could make? Maybe I could program a sense of humor, then at least one of you would get my jokes.”

The aussie snickered to himself as he took another sip from his glass of scotch. He was just kidding around for the most part. While he wouldn’t say no if his assistance was requested, he of all people understood what it was like to have a personal project. Something that only he had worked on and was the sole creator of. But Misa didn’t need to know that. What fun would there be in teasing her if she thought Xan wasn’t genuine in wanting a sneak peek under Buki’s hood?

Against all odds, Xan was able to quiet down while Skye gave them a quick overview of the mission they would be undertaking. And much sooner than he had anticipated.

“So I [i]am[/i] driving? Bloody hell.” Xan exclaimed with an eye roll. “Thanks for the heads up, mum. What would you have done if I had been on the sauce all night?”

Pushing himself off the sofa, Xan headed back to the bar and grabbed his half full pint he had abandoned earlier. It was downright criminal to waste these delicious beverages, but he had to be responsible. Xan took about two steps towards the sink, his eyes lowered to look at the transparent brown liquids he held in his hands. He didn’t have it in him to just toss such fine drinks down the drain, but there was no way anyone else was going to take them. Slowly he raised his head and took a deep breath. He knew what must be done. With one big swig he sent the scotch down the hatch. He placed the glass on the counter, and the same motion raised the pint to his lips and chugged what beer remained. He slammed the beer glass down next to the old fashioned, then lifted his gaze up to Mateo and pointed at the man behind the bar.

“Mat, I’m gonna need you to work some magic for me, mate. About an hour or two before we leave, I need you to brew some of Colombia’s finest. It needs to be strong enough to kick this alcohol out and send any hangover packing, but not so much that it blows up my heart. Well not right away, at least. If it shortens me lifespan a few years. Eh. I probably wasn’t gonna get to ‘em anyway.”