angelina johnson is just a little bitter. (notangelic) wrote in may02,
The bottle of scotch was sort of ironic, Angelina thought to herself as she caught sight of it. Mostly because Angelina had already been drinking and had made such a rush to hide the bottle less then two minutes ago. This was good, though, really. She could kill two birds with one stone by getting to continue her plan to sit on her sofa and drink and work on convincing one of her best friends that she was just fine after everything. Sounded easy enough to her, really. It wasn't as if she'd every been an open book of emotions, anyway.
"Never too early when the occasion calls for it," Angelina replied as she stepped back, opening the door wider so that Katie could enter the flat. The half-empty flat. Merlin, she had to stop doing that. Stop thinking about that. "And I'm always up for being a drinking partner." Which, really, wasn't a lie at all. She and George had already done it, hadn't they?
She left the door for Katie to close herself, trusting her to do so as she'd been over to the flat more than enough times, and flopped back onto her sofa as she waited for Katie to join her. "So," she raised her eyebrows and gave her best I'm not miserable look. "What are we drinking?"