4th Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

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This week was working very, very nicely for Angela, thank you. She hadn't kissed or flirted with the wrong people, or been without someone to help her out when she wanted to get rid of that excess pent up energy.

This last few days, had been kind of amazing (if tiring) as far as she was concerned, and the amount of time she'd spent outside her room, had been minimal.

Occasionally though, there was a need for things like food and showers, and it was the first of those things that had driven her from her cosy room and boyfriend to make sandwiches (easy things, she didn't have the concentration for more than that) and she was pottering around the common room kitchen in hot pants and a t-shirt putting them together, humming to a jingle on the TV as she did so.

[[Common room is open like a common room is.]]

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"I suppose I could offer it to Dean and Chuck," she suggested drily.

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"Not this one you're not," Angela told her, moving it a little further away.

"And sweetie, if you're going to think about people doing it, try not making it them." Because while she wasn't doing very well at the distracting friend thing today, she could offer that much advice.

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"Well, if they'd stop making radio..."

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"Everything makes radio," Angela pointed out. "The only way to avoid hearing uncomfortable details about other people's affairs is not to listen."

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"Smashed my radio against the wall Thursday morning," Peyton admitted with the first cheeriness she'd managed. "Won't hear about anything anymore."

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"... ooookay," Angela winced. "Sweetie, are you sure you don't want to take me up on some chocolate?" It sounded like Peyton needed it, and she waved it temptingly. "It's good."

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"With the images you just put in my head of you and Hannibal?" Peyton asked with another eyebrow raise. "I may never eat it again."

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"Hot," Angela said easily. "It's going to be hot." Of course. "That should be an incentive."

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"Please tell me you are not inviting me to watch!" Peyton said, eyes huge.

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"The images, Peyton," Angela said immediately. "The images in your head should be hot."

"... Not that the real thing won't be too," she felt the need to add. "But I wasn't actually inviting a peanut gallery."

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"What good are hot images when you can't do anything about them?" she grumbled. "And thank GOD."

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"And anyway, if I was asking you to join, I would not make you sit on the sidelines," she felt compelled to add. God knows why.

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"NO TEMPTING!"

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"What?" she laughed. "I'm just saying. The voyeurism thing is creepy. Joining in is fun."

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"Angela," Peyton moaned. "I am so sex-crazed right now. You can not do this to me!"

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"Fun thoughts!" Angela pointed out.

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"Look I've tried the whole Brooke-ing myself thing and it sooooo doesn't cut it," Peytn argued, "So unless you want to find me a man..."

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"... Brooke-ing?" She'd focus on the 'man' part of that equation later.

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Peyton just raised an eyebrow. "Think about it."

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"Ohh.... Right." She thought about that again. "I am not going to ask why you call it that."

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"And I'm not going to tell," Peyton said firmly. "Anyway... so not good enough."

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Angela shook her head in some agreement. "It's something you... really, need help with to get it right."

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"Tell me about it!" Peyton said in frustration. "And I can't even imagine tomorrow in detention feeling like this. I swear I was about ready to molest Captain Algren yesterday. Okay, not that he isn't incredibly hot, but still... Teacher..."

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"Graduated!" Angela reminded her. "You're not really a student anymore, I think that makes perving on the teachers better." Somehow.

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"Okay, not so dirty, maybe, but still," she protested. "I'm technically working for him."