fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room, late Saturday

Marty is wandering around the dorm with his new digital camera and sees Angela on the couch.

"Hi."

Angela raises a hand in a half-wave. "Hi." She gestures to the cat. "Want to check in with Minerva?"

Marty smiles and waves back. "Sure. Hey girl."

Marty attempts to pet the cat, but Min scampers over to Angela.

"Huh. Guess she knows who's the provider of all things kibble."

Angela smirks, dropping some popcorn on the floor for the cat to bat about.

"Guess so," she says. "Hey, um, if you want to hang out..." she lets her voice trail off, not sure whether Marty will accept the invitation.

"Uh... sure. We can do that." Marty says awkwardly. He steps around Min and sits down with his camera and starts fiddling with it. He looks up at the TV.

"What are we watching?"

"The Misfits. It was Marilyn Monroe's last movie.

You can change it if you want."

Angela looks with interest at the camera. "That's new, right?"

Marty shrugs at the movie and holds up his camera.

"Yep. Thought I'd get it for yearbook. Still trying to figure out somethings with it."

Marty points the camera at Min and snaps a photo of her stalking the popcorn and shows the image to Angela.

"Pretty neat huh?"

Angela looks at the image on the camera screen. "I haven't seen one of these up close before," she says. She leans in closer to Marty. "So this is the shutter and this is the flash, right?"

"Pretty much. I just know point and shoot really." Angela is probably closer to him in proximity than he has in quite a while.

"I'm doing a spread in the yearbook entitled 'Seperated at Birth/Cloning Vat'."

Angela realizes how close she is and draws back slightly. She smiles. "You need to try to get Rory and that double she has in town. I still haven't met her. And then ... I'm sure you have a whole list, don't you?"

She plays with a piece of hair. "What did you think of all the weirdness over at Mr. Phale's?"

[OOC: Check here, thanks.]

"Creep factor aside? I still trust Phale. Having another minon of hell around doesn't exactly make me comfortable." Marty says scowling at the camera.

"There's something wrong with the-"

The flash goes off in Marty's face blinding him for a second.

"Gah! Nevermind."

"Are your eyes okay?" Angela asks, sympathetically.

"And ... yeah, I'm about where you are. I mean, Phale is good by definition, but the other guy ... whatever he can or can't do, it still seems like he's not on our side." Angela tilts her head to one side, thinking.

"Do you think he and Phale are, like, a couple? Because that would be weird."

Marty chuckles. "Well considering all the lying at Phale's knee and the thigh rubbing, I'd consider that a foregone oh-my-god-i-don't-want-to-think-about-it. Not that I have anything against gay couples. Just that those two freak me out. What exactly did he say to you before I got there?"

Angela groans. "You are really not going to like it," she warns.

"Look, if I just tell you, promise you won't decide to go start a fight with Crowley over it? Because I'm thinking high-ranking demon beats dude with a handgun."

Marty shakes his head. "Yeah... know what? I'm just going to do my best to stay the heck away from him period. Let alone start a fight. Why? What did he say?"

Angela looks at her hands as she answers. "Okay. He said ... first, he knew I had slept with you, and that it had been my first time. I don't know how he knew, but he did. And he said that you had left me because it wasn't ... good. And that everybody who saw me knew it. And then some stuff about my being ready to fall that didn't make sense until we found out he was a demon later."

"I know that the sex thing had nothing to do with why we broke up. I know that. I was there. But ... he still did a good job of fucking with my head."

Marty's face has a mixture of digust mixed in with disbelief and "What the Fuck?"

"Yeah... well you're right. I don't like it. At all. But you couldn't pay me to go after.. whatever he is. I mean our sex life was-"

Marty gives Angela an uncomfortable look.

*coughs*

"Well... um... I mean..."

Marty looks at the TV. "That's that guy from 'From Here to Eternity', right?"

Marty's discomfort makes Angela even more embarassed. Which she didn't actually think was possible.

"I know. It was ... not a problem, and I hope you always know that. I think it not being true just made what he was saying hurt worse, though. If that makes any sense outside my head."

She chews on her lip.

"Not that it makes any difference now," she says, turning her attention to the TV. "And yeah, that's Montgomery Clift."

And Marty wonders if what Angela just said makes him feel better or even more uncomfortable.

"I thought that was him. Tough to tell in a cowboy hat." Marty sits there for a moment before getting up.

"Um... I'll see you at the Zoo tomorrow, right?"

[OOC: Going to bed. We can stop unless you want to pick up here tomorrow.]

"Right. See you tomorrow."

Angela winces as she waves goodbye. Shouldn't have told him, she thinks.

[OOC: Night. I think they've had enough angst for this conversation, so I'm good with ending here.]

((g'night))

Jack wanders into the the third floor common room after realizing that the second floor common room is creepy when there's no one in it.

Angela waves to Jack, who she hasn't seen since he treated Marty at the clinic.

"Hey. What's up with you?"

"Angela, right? Not much. Did everyone fall off the planet tonight or something?"

"Angela, yeah. I'm not sure why it's so quiet in here -- I guess everyone else found better things to do. But if you want to sit with me and Min, the company wouldn't suck. You can even have the remote."

"Not sucking is good. In this case at least. You can have the remote though, there's nothing but crap on on Saturday nights anyway." Jack sighs lightly and resettles himself on the couch.

"So. Your week been as bad as mine?"

Angela laughs bitterly. "Um ... broke up with my boyfriend, pissed off a vampire, again, had my sex life ridiculed by someone who claims to be a demon ... I'm going to go with "yes" on that one. It's kind of sad when the Deep Thoughts club is the bright spot in your week." Somehow, the fact she doesn't know Jack makes it easier for her to talk about these things in such a light tone.

"What went wrong for you?"

[OOC: Sorry for doing this, but I'm falling asleep on my keyboard. We can slowplay this tomorrow if you want.]

[No problem, slow-time is good.]

"Me? Oh the usual; got bitchy with a friend who didn't deserve it, got my brain all dissected by House's Boy in the clinic, got called on my 'deflecting,' broke up with someone I didn't know I was dating, had to talk about family, found out I had to kill one of my friends... You know, same ol' same ol'."

Angela gives Jack a sympathetic look. "Sounds pretty crap-tastic. You might beat me. I'm sorry. Who, um ... who do you need to kill?"

"And I completely forgot that I found out my mother and little sister are coming for Parents' weekend, without my dad. That made the week even funner."

[ooc: Wait, that was bitchy? I thought it was just Jack being...Jack. :) Sam barely even noticed.]

[Nah, the bitchy was with... Someone I don't remember now. Eck. Sleep.]

[ooc: What are you still doing up??? Shoo!]

[Up again. Four hours of sleep. Ugh. Mom may kick me off soon anyway though...]

"Kawalsky. He is an evil, disturbed little man-child who has really bad ideas of jokes."

"Damn. Must suck not having the whole bunch. My uncle and brother are coming but that's pretty much been an assumed given from the start."

[Ugh. Well, we're at the Perkolater in town if you want to be kept busy.]

[May find a way to wander over for a bit later.]

Angela sucks on her teeth. "I don't know Kawalsky. I think he's supposed to be on the field trip tomorrow, though. Sorry for the bad joke, whatever happened"

She pauses for a second, thinking about her family. "My mom and I just don't get along, you know? I mean, I know she loves me and all, but ... it's typical mother-daughter stuff. I wanted to have my dad as a buffer zone, but I guess he has to work. And then my sister is 12. She's kind of a pest, but I'm worried about what might happen to her here if she started talking to the wrong person. You know, I'd like her to go back to Pittsburgh in one piece."

"What are your uncle and brother like?"

"Eh not that big of a deal now, but I'm gonna have to kill him sometime for principle. He'll be expecting it though."

"As younger siblings. Love to hate them. Me myself I was lucky enough to be and older and a younger, it's much more fun when you're on the bugging side." Hammond and Teal'c? Hmmm...

"My uncle's pretty strict, he used to be a general in the Air Force so it'd probably be a really good thing for me if nobody mentioned anything I've ever done here. Murray though? He's a fun guy, barrels of monkey-laughs. A little too literal sometimes though..."

Angela rolls her eyes. "I wish I got to be on the bugging side. I always have to be more, like, mature. But getting to be bossy sometimes makes up for it."

She yawns, stretching her arms above her head. "Your family sounds interesting, anyhow. I should go to bed soon," she says, though she stays rooted on the couch.

"Bah. Being mature is overrated, trust me. Being bossy is always good though, and if you change the wording you can even put it on your resume."

Angela's yawn makes Jack yawn in response. "Ah, don't do that, it's contagious." He cracks his neck and knuckles follow suit.

"Interesting's one word to describe them. I should probably get some sleep too." Jack also doesn't move after this statement. "There's just something inherently wrong about going to bed early on a Satyrday, isn't there?"

Angela nods. "Even if there's nothing to do -" she yawns again - "it feels like you're missing something."

She rises, gathering Min -- who utters a squeak of protest -- and the empty popcorn bag. "See you later, Jack," she says, toddling sleepily off to room 304.

"Yeah, missing something..." Theme of the week there isn't it?

"Night." Jack grabbed the remote and switched the chanel.

Third Floor Common Room, late Saturday

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