Xander's Roommate Rescue Mission

Brazzers

Xander Corvus, Destiny Mira Pic(s)

The stale scent of cheap beer and regret hung heavy in the air as Xander Corvus surveyed the chaotic aftermath of his roommate’s ill-advised party. Empty cups and discarded streamers littered every surface, a monument to a night he had wisely avoided. His mission, a reluctant but necessary rescue, began with a weary sigh as he navigated the minefield of sleeping bodies. His target was his best friend, Destiny Mira, who was predictably curled into a ball on the stained sofa, still clutching a red plastic cup. A soft nudge to her shoulder yielded only a disgruntled murmur, lost somewhere in her tangled brunette hair. “Destiny, we have to go,” Xander whispered, his voice a low, steady anchor in the sea of her hangover. She stirred slowly, her eyes fluttering open to reveal a familiar, groggy confusion that quickly morphed into dawning horror. “I told you not to let Mark mix the punch,” Xander chided gently, a faint, affectionate smile finally breaking through his stern facade. With a strength born of practice, he carefully hoisted her upright, supporting her unsteady frame as they began their clumsy retreat. Their slow, shuffling progress towards the door and the promise of greasy breakfast food felt like a triumphant exfiltration from a disaster zone. This was just another chapter in their long, messy history, another mission successfully, if messily, accomplished.