It’s summertime and she ends up clutching a stack of bills at the seedy Ladies Night Club because LA makes her lonely.
“How the mighty have fallen,” she murmurs against the table.
This is not what the Queen Bee had planned for life after high school.
To her side, she hears shattering of glass and doesn’t look up until she hears nervous apologies that have a pitch of desperation to them in the same pathetic loser tone she never could forget. Cordelia looks up to find one more thing she never had planned for herself in High School: Xander Harris.