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Angela Montenegro makes science art's bitch (paint_by_bones) wrote in wariscoming,

Angie rolled her eyes as the paper slipped from her fingers, then glanced up in startlement as someone spoke to her. Almond-shaped eyes were bewildered for a moment, before recognition started to dawn. She hadn't thought...she was going to such a crowded place, how could she have known?

"You're...her. Glory." The god, if what everyone was saying was true. Angela swallowed hard and took a step back, her hold and the bags going lax as all thoughts of the party flew from her mind. She wished Booth was there. Even if he couldn't help, she'd feel better if he was.

"Struggle?" She remembered then what it was Glory did, and glanced around for someone, anyone, who could help. "Stay away from me." She held the bags up, then, as if they might somehow keep the woman away from her.