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Tweak says, "Malibu!"

Angelina Johnson (fiercebird) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-11-10 22:01:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 02 2003, character: alicia spinnet, character: angelina johnson

Their own brand of therapy
Characters: Angie & Ally
Setting: Sunday November 2nd at around 7 pm,at Angie's home in Wales
Summary: Alicia needs company and to take her mind off her nightmares. Angelina to the rescue! Also, whiskey
Rating: Worksafe I expect.

Angie was doing her best not to show it but she was concerned about Alicia. She didn't like the fact that one of her best friends was having torturous, recurring nightmares, especially in the wake of two recent deaths - no, make that three now - one of which was a good friend. Harry's funeral was the every next day, and Angie thought it was probably best for both herself and Ally to have some company.

The heat had come on in Angie's apartment only the week before and as it frequently was the first few weeks, it was on the warm side. That explained why Angie was already in her pajamas, a simple tank top and boyshorts as she waited for Ally to arrive. Angie had supplies ready: alcohol, chocolate, actual food - ordered in - and an assortment of muggle movies to watch. All she needed now was Alicia.

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spinrightround
2011-11-18 02:11 am UTC (link)

"Worse come worse, we find an empty field and spell the area to repel Muggles or something," Ally agreed.

"There are times when I think it sure would be simply to see things as he does. Fun, uncomplicated... but yeah, I don't know if it's being girly or romantic or something, but, I'd like to fall in love some day. With someone who isn't in love with quidditch, that is," she added with a laugh.

"Yes, that's exactly what we need! Chocolate... Merline, Ang, will you marry me? You know exactly what I like!" she teased.

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fiercebird
2011-11-18 02:29 am UTC (link)

"Yeah that'd work," Angie mused. They'd have to put up the goals, but that wasn't too big a deal. She'd do it if she meant a match.

"That's it exactly," she replied coming back with the cakes in question, her eyes straying back to the screen as the Indian family argued, slipping in and out of English as they did.

"You sure you want to marry me? I am pretty in love with Quidditch," she teased. She handed Alicia a cake on a plate and pushed the raspberry sauce at her. She always asked for it on the side, because she herself used it so sparingly. She didn't have much of a sweet tooth; she liked her chocolate like her tea, black and not sweet.

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spinrightround
2011-11-18 02:38 am UTC (link)

Ally's eyes widened greedily and she grabbed up the sauce, pouring it liberally on the piece of cake - leaveing plenty left for Angie, of course.

"As long as you've time to please me, dear, you can play quidditch to your heart's content," she teased back. "Now give me this cake."

She used her fork to take up a piece and brought it to her lips, groaning as she tasted it. "Oh, this is soooooo good. Almost worth giving up sex for."

A pause. "Almost."

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fiercebird
2011-11-18 06:06 pm UTC (link)

Angie had to laugh at Ally's expression. She looked like a child, maybe the 11-year old ickle firstie she'd been (all right, they'd both been) when they met back in Hogwarts first year. Her excitement and enthusiasm over something as simple as cake made Angie impulsively lean over to hug her. It was a relief, seeing her look that, well, carefree, even if it was only for a moment.

Her assessment of the cake was spot on though. Angie hummed around her own piece, the dark chocolate causing little explosions of happy along her taste buds. "Mmm, yeah only almost. If I could have both in one go though, I could die happy."

On screen romantic tension bloomed, but Angie ignored it in favor of her cake.

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