4th Floor Common Room [Monday, Evening]

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Angela had barely left her room the last couple of days. Not because she was studying for finals or anything sensible like that, just enjoying a lazy extended weekend. Come Monday evening, though, she was feeling she'd been there long enough, and took herself off to the common room, taking with her the packet of crayons she'd found neatly gift-wrapped in her pocket when she got dressed this morning.

So what if they were just primary colors. Angela wasn't one to waste perfectly useful art supplies, and was using them to doodle some pieces of fruit she'd grabbed from the kitchen.

The music channel on the television was really only getting a small portion of her attention.

[[Open, with a warning that my net is no better than dial-up and I may be a wee bit slow.]]

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The third floor kitchen seemed to be out of marshmallows so Chuck had to take his hot chocolate and vodka up to a floor that did have them. As if you could have hot chocolate without marshmallows. He stopped in his steps abruptly when he saw Angela, however.

"What are you doing?" Chuck asked.

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Angela glanced at him, arching an eyebrow slightly at the blunt question.

"Hi, to you too Chuck," she said with a little smirk.

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"Hello," he said, giving her a smile. "What are you doing?"

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"Reverting back to my childhood," she replied, tapping the paper with the red crayon she was holding.

"Isn't is obvious?" Angela asked, looking up at him with a little amusement.

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"My dad says I skipped my childhood," Chuck admitted with a smirk. He shuffled over towards the kitchen for a moment to grab the marshmallows. When he came back he took a seat on the couch and started dumping marshmallows into his hot chocolate and vodka. "Any particular reason you're feeling nostalgic?"

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"Only because I found these," Angela said, vaguely indicating her chosen art materials. "Life gives you crayons, why not draw with them?"

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"Fair enough," Chuck said. He put his hand in his blazer pocket and pulled out a bottle of bubbles. "I found this gift-wrapped in my sock drawer this morning. Want it?"

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"You don't?" Angela checked. She's apparently more excited by these things than Chuck is.

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"I love bubbles as much as the next guy but I think I'll be able to part with this particular bottle without too much emotional distress," Chuck replied, handing it over to her.

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"Someone obviously thinks you need a little dose of innocent fun," Angela said as she accepted the bottle from him.

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"I think that someone is fighting a losing battle," Chuck said, leaning back into the couch with his hot chocolate.

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"But it is a nice thought," she said, ignoring her crayons for now, in favour of the bubbles. "However futile."

And if Angela could help it, he'd end up with that dose anyway. She considered blowing bubbles a perfectly decent use of time, just like she did drawing with crayons.

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Chuck took a healthy swig of his hot chocolate and wished the school gift-giving fairy had given him more booze instead. "I guess the school's attempt to force everybody into the Christmas spirit is kind of cool. Obnoxious, but cool."

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"As far as I can tell, it pretty much involves us getting free stuff," Angela said, blowing herself some of those bubbles.

"And I for one, have no problem with that," she continued, leaning over to pop the bubbles she'd just blown while they were still in the air.

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"I definitely don't have a problem with the free candy," Chuck said, following the bubbles with his eyes and doing his best not to look amused. "The gropey garland I could have lived without."

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Angela paused in her bubble popping. "Gropey garland?"

She had to ask. Really.

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"The garland yesterday was apparently moving on it's own," he said. "Apparently it was getting clingy to some people. Not me. But other people."

Chuck was always a groper, never a gropee.

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"I guess at least it was affectionate rather than violent?" Angela suggested, blowing a nice large bubble in Chuck's direction. Ever looking on the bright side, here.

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"I don't know; I think the violent garland would be easier to deal with," Chuck said as he reached out to pop the bubble. That wasn't fun. Really. "I would hate to be mean to affectionate garland. I'd break it's poor heart."

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"Chuck Bass has a soft spot for occasionally sentient garlands," Angela teased, blowing another couple of bubbles. "Who knew?"

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"Contrary to the rumors going around, I do have a heart," he said, smirking. "And, you know, there is nothing worse than having depressed garlands around."

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"Brings down the whole atmosphere of the place," Angela said, attempting to sound serious.

The smile might've given her away.

"Can't have that."

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"No, we certainly can't," Chuck said, nodding. "Which is why I'm glad none of the garland tried to get clingy with me."

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"I think I prefer that sort of thing not creeping all over me too," Angela decided, popping just a couple more bubbles. "Hopefully a one off that we wont have to deal with again."