Who: Angelina and Fred What: Finally talking Where: The Pub When: Wednesday Evening Rating: TBD
It had been an interesting few weeks. While the large majority of her friends were still around, a fair lot of them had still left, including, oddly enough, Salazar. There was a new version of him around, but he was much older. Different. Changed. She had thought that sort of thing would be over now, what with Skeeter gone, but it seemed George was less in control of this village than anyone would have liked. Maybe George wasn't going to be the sadist tyrant Skeeter was, but she was beginning to worry about what might go on over the next few months. Weeks. Days. Who knew how long she'd be around with the way things were going.
Still Roxanne was here, her teenage daughter who apparently was not taking kindly to her father being a teenager who was dating one of her mum's best friends. Angelina supposed she couldn't blame her. If her father showed up insisting he was looking to date her mum's friend Jennifer instead, she'd be upset, too.
A drink was definitely in order, and while her ex-boyfriend (whose brother she was destined to marry and have children with) may not have been the most obvious choice for a drinking companion, she needed to get away from George and Alicia for the moment, Katie was pregnant and she had a feeling Lee was probably pregnant by proxy with the moods Katie was in. Besides, Fred was still Fred regardless of the state things were in.
Angelina pushed open the doors to the pub and spotted him instantly. "Hey Freddy," she greeted with a small smile, easing down into the seat next to him. She ordered herself a drink and turned to look over at him. "Long time no see, hm?"