2nd Floor Common Room

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Sure. Marty could go to another floor. But that would be sooooo weird.

So instead he gets the televison hooked up and finds a portion of the couch that's not completely uncomfortable and charred and starts watching a rerun of "Save Yourself" (The story of a alcoholic snarky fireman struggling with family and work problems)

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[chasingangela]

Angela sticks her head in the door. "Y'know, we have a couch on three. Completely non-burninated."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty brushes off some burnt bits of sofa. "Yeah but... it's just not the same."

Marty nods a little as an awkward pause settles in.

"Care to watch a little TV down here?"

[chasingangela]

Angela hesitates, then shrugs. "Sure. I mean, if you don't mind if I bail pretty fast 'cause it still smells kind of yucky down here."

She seats herself on a clean patch of floor.

"So are you doing okay, and everything?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty shrugs a little. "Pretty much. It's been a weird couple of weeks, y'know? I mean... besides what happened to- um... us. Sorry How about you?"

[chasingangela]

"Also some weird weeks," Angela agrees. "The mayor's gone, Bridgey got shot at, Callisto got bit ... did anything weird happen to you last night after Caritas?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty flips around to some different channels during the commercial. "Yeah... I met Carter's identical Aunt or something and... um... had a run in with Drusilla."

Marty tries to sound casual but fails utterly.

[chasingangela]

"Drusilla is still here? Did she touch you?"

"I thought she had left town," Angela wails.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"It was in Caritas so I was safe but... yeah. Kind of freaked me out." Marty says with a little shiver. "Ended up staying the night at the bar. I'm just getting over the hangover."

[chasingangela]

"You shouldn't drink like that," Angela says, thwacking him on the leg. "Bad for you. Dork."

"Not that this is, like, the time for me to turn into the morality police," Angela sighs. "Did the green guy at least find you a blanket?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles a little at Angela calling him a dork. "Well, she kind of got inside my head and... well you know how messed up that makes me."

"No blanket, but I did get a pinch on the butt to wake me up."

[chasingangela]

"I know," Angela says with a shudder, momentarily forgetting that she's not supposed to worry about him this much anymore.

"You're staying on-campus, right? I mean, I know you can take care of yourself, but ... not against a psycho bitch like her."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Me? Sticking to daylight hours only until that whole mess in town is cleared up," he says seriously. "I don't relish the idea of getting multiple fractures and another concussion."

Marty doesn't bother to add "Or worse..."

[chasingangela]

Angela doesn't either, but it's all over her face. "Good," she says, again with the awkward.

She watches TV for a few minutes, but it's clear her attention span is shot. She can't even hassle him about Parker's bunny.

"I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow, okay?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Um... sure. Night." Marty says returning his attention to the TV.

Not feeling awkward at all.

Really.

Crud.