How Green Becomes Wood

"Absolutely. You keep me flying high, and I keep you grounded," Xander told her. "It's what we do." He sighed. "It's going to suck when you graduate and head off to go learn to be an adult."
 
"I thought maybe college might warp your brain into being all adult and responsible and needing to fulfill parental wishes," Xander smirked. "I can see it now: 'Sorry, guys, I can't hang out. My parents want to play Bridge with me."
 
"Gladly. I'll drag you out and make you paint the town red with me." He paused and frowned. "You know, I don't actually know what that saying means. I know how you're supposed to use it, but not what it really means."
 
Sloan looked over at him for a few moments and began to say something before pausing and taking out her phone. After a few moments she said, "I guess it's theorized it came from when the Marquis of Waterford got drunk with his friends and all of them literally started painting buildings red, but not everyone agrees that's where it came from."
 
"I'll buy that one," Xander said almost eagerly. "That one, I'll take. I could believe it happening for real, but wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be fake. But that's what we'll do whenever you come to visit. Figuratively. Not literally."
 
"I dunno, are you sure you don't want to just run around with a paint bucket committing acts of vandalism?" Sloan asked, "It might be fun, so long as I get out of town quickly enough."
 
"FBI," Xander said with a hint of pride, "but I have a feeling she'd be the first to toss me under the bus if I broke the law. She's very, very strict." He glanced at Sloan. "Have you met her? I can't remember."
 
"Yeah, I have. She was at Ivy's party and your adoption party, I went to both of those too," Sloan reminded him, "She definitely wasn't the least intimidating woman I've ever met, and I hope she liked me. I'm generally pretty good at impressing adults, I have pretty good manners. Most of the time."
 
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