Reminder: See the series introduction for the crossover and also the author notes if you're not familiar with the crossover.
Straightening up from tying his shoes, Xander viciously kicked the object lying on the floor, glowering as this bedsheet fluttered away down the hotel corridor, while he jabbed back his elbow to hit the elevator button. Scolding himself, he grumbled, “You really should have paid attention to the advice of ‘Never sleep with somebody crazier than you!’ A condom, absolutely, a dental dam, okay, but being told to wrap myself completely in a sheet and using the pair of gloves she handed to me, just to give her an erotic massage? Well, if that had lead to something more, that would have been great, except for her going totally nutso after seeing that tiny little fingertip hole in the gloves!”
As the elevator doors opened, a very cranky Xander due to the fiasco of this evening’s one-night stand turned to enter, stopping short at seeing inside the elevator a short guy in a white t-shirt and jeans, not to mention a hairstyle that looked like he’d used a wind tunnel to shape it. However, all this paled to that guy’s truly homicidal expression, as he snarled at a now-dumbfounded Xander, “I can smell her on you!” At that point, the interloper clenched his fists dangling at his sides.