Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

After a good all-out run around the island and a shower, Anders set up camp in the second floor common room for the night. Several large boxes from Pizza Planet were stacked up on the end table next to a bowling-pin setup of soda bottles, and the TV was tuned to Gelmoore Gals, mostly as background noise.

As for Anders, he was curled up on the couch, absentmindedly munching on slices of pizza and trying not to get too much grease on the pages of Plato's Symposium as he read.

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[chasingangela]

"And this time you didn't even get shot before you asked," Angela said. "I'd love to. And whioever Rory goes with, her date doesn't pick the restaurant."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Well if you want to make it a tradition of me getting shot we could always go down to the shooting range," Marty said giving Angela a nudge.

[chasingangela]

Angela looked horrified. "Thanks, but I like you in one piece," she said. "One unwounded piece. And guns are icky."

She kissed the side of his neck. "Did you join any clubs at the thing yesterday?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Gun club," Marty said slightly distracted by the neck kissing. "I figured between that and being a TA I'm covered in extra curricular activities."

[chasingangela]

Angela giggled. "That makes me picture clubs meeting on your back or something," she said. "I'm doing newspaper again and Damn the Man! with Blair."