Even in the low light of his living room, Xander had noticed they were both pretty…tan. And not the tan you spent money for and laid in beds of halogen lights. “My mom was some sorta Spanish, and my dad…. I dunno, I heard he was part Black.” That was, however, a topic of conversation he didn’t want to follow any further down the path. His past, as well as his family, was something he kept very close to his chest–not even most of his friends knew about his aunt the waitress who had raised him from fourth grade on. He took note that this Tony had to take medication, and didn’t press why, but then the conversation got darker. “That doesn’t sound like regular side effects.” Xander left Tony to stare at his bottle as he turned some of the kitchen drawers inside out until he found what he was looking for. It was crude, but never let it be said Xander Cage was underprepared. “I can jury-rig a test kit if you wanna see what you really took.” Searching for GHB and rohypnol was pretty easy, he couldn’t even remember where he’d learned to do it.