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Angelina Johnson (angie_j) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

She snorted inelegantly when he was startled. "Yup, I'm all done trying to imitate a non-scary banshee," she said. "And yes I prefer Angie. I mean I answer to just about anything, but that's the polite one, yeah."

She leaned against one of the chairs as he tidied up, amused by the vast swathes of what appeared to be notes. It was the one thing that neither of her jobs really seemed to come with. Yes there was a certain amount of paper-type information with the photography work, but it rarely involved notes, just invoices and the actual photos. "Awesome," she said when he said he could leave his bag. They could have packed it onto the bike, but it was easier that they didn't have to deal with it.

"It was good," Angie enthused. "I mean, I'm honestly not the most pitch perfect singer, but it's a lot of fun, and we're not trying to sing fancy shit so I have half a chance of being able to find the songs to hear if they didn't make it to New Zealand!" She'd really been enjoying choir, and most of the others were a lot of fun to chat to after the rehearsals had ended. "Do you actually do any of the activities at the pub, or are you just the set them up? I got that right, didn't I? You said you set up for choir?"

As they headed for the door Angie didn't bother to swing her jacket on, she was fairly sure it would be warm enough until they actually got on the bike.