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Robin Hood (iamrobinhood) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-04-28 10:23:00

Entry tags:

angela montenegro, guinevere, phoebe halliwell, robin hood

Who: Rob Kingsley, Gwen James, Phoebe Whitaker, Angela Gibbs
What: Rob has to eat lunch in the cafeteria, and Phoebe's thrilled as ever to see him.
When: lunchtime on the 28th
Where: the cafeteria
Rating/Warnings: TBD; ex-spousal squabblings and other joyous exchanges :D

Rob refrained from banging his head against his desk, but just barely. A concussion never solved anything, he reminded himself. He had to forget his packed lunch today, of all days, when there wasn't even the option of swinging over to the Olive Garden or Appleby's. Right at this moment, he could really go for something from a drinks menu at one of those places; that might even make his upcoming meal break bearable. Not much else could, not if Phoebe was working today.

For about the millionth time, he cursed whatever stroke of fate led him to find a job he actually quite enjoyed at the same place his ex-wife worked with the food. He never fully trusted that she had not done something horrible to his plate, on the rare occasions he was forced to eat at work. How the hell had they both wound up in Lawrence, Kansas, at the same company? What sort of cosmic joke was that, anyway? Maybe it was punishment for not really thinking about her since the marriage ended; but he hardly considered that such a horrible thing. They'd been married for a grand total of two days, after having met two days earlier. He'd just learnt that his first wife was getting remarried; some overreaction was bound to happen, regardless of the fact that he was happy for her. And it was Vegas-- that's what people did in Vegas.

Okay, so he probably should have mentioned that he'd been married before, instead of dropping it into what turned out to be their final argument. But it was not as if she hadn't kept some pretty big things from him, either. Maybe she should have tried to look past his accent and the words "law student." Maybe he should have tried to look past her accent and a dress that she might as well not even have bothered putting on, for all that it covered. Maybe they should have spent more time talking and less time breaking the clearance-sale bed in his flat.

Anyway. It was over and done with now, and should have just been history. It would have just been history, except they had somehow wound up in the same building, four years later, and she was now convinced that he'd orchestrated the whole thing. He still wasn't sure if she thought he had set up the situation in order to torture her or to get her back, but she did a damned good job of torturing him because of her delusion.

His stomach rumbled, and he glanced at the door to his office. Hopefully, Gwen would get here soon and he could get this over with.

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ex_queentobe411
2010-04-29 10:46 pm UTC (link)

If she had to save his sorry backside one more time, she was seriously going to consider going back to England. Not that Gwen really would leave Rob here, she'd feel too bad since she came to look after him. Even if he was older than her he acted like he wasn't. Behavior wise you would think she was the eldest of the two since he acts like a child most of the time. And considering he couldn't even go get lunch himself because of someone who may be there that would more than likely chop him to pieces, she still thought he was quite a baby. Not that she would tell him about her view on his ex wife but she had called him a baby on more than one occasion.

Sighing, she fixed everything at her desk before grabbing her bag. She hadn't made lunch today and that was the only reason she hadn't lifted his, because she had no reason to notice that he had made his own. It didn't take all that long for her to get to his office and she opened the door without knocking. He was waiting on her anyway.

"Right, let's get you facing your fear shall we?"

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iamrobinhood
2010-04-30 02:42 am UTC (link)

As he waited for Gwen, Rob went over the last few times he had been forced to go to the cafeteria for lunch. Each experience had been progressively worse, which boded ill for today; he could not go into his meeting this afternoon covered in applesauce or about to come down with a nasty case of food poisoning.

Not that Phoebe had actually poisoned him yet, but he figured it was just a matter of time.

At least, he'd have a witness if she tried to attack him or something, with Gwen accompanying him. Well, he would have lots of witnesses, depending on who was on their lunch break, but this way he would know for certain whom one of them was. (And, if she did anything to him that made him lose consciousness, he could rest assured that Gwen could report his blood type and penicillin allergy to the paramedics. Again, not that it had ever happened, but there was a first time for everything.)

He shook his head and let out a breath; he was well aware that he was letting his imagination run away with him, but he felt he was entitled; how else did one react to a situation like this? Part of him didn't even blame her for being suspicious of his presence here-- lord knew, he would be suspicious if the situation had been reversed. But that didn't make it any less stressful.

He was going to need to get his mind off of all this later... and he had an excellent idea as to how he could accomplish that.

Just then, Gwen walked in-- without knocking, as usual, and full of sympathy. Or, another word that began with "s".

"It's not like I'm afraid of heights or spiders," he grumbled, pushing away from his desk. "And yeah, we'll go; just give me a second."

Exiting his office ahead of her, he rapped lightly on Angela's door and stuck his head in. "Hey, Ange," he grinned. "You free tonight?"

As he'd been thinking-- an excellent idea.

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paint_by_bones
2010-04-30 04:02 am UTC (link)

Ange had had more than her share of serious relationships over the years. From three engagements to one actual marriage, by the time she'd gotten this job she had been pretty much sick of commitment. Which is why when, on the first day, when she'd met Rob she had despised him at first. Flirting and all that usually led to the rest.

Within a week, he had changed her mind.

Now, whatever they had was perfectly casual, and perfectly satisfying for her. She was more than happy with their arrangement-the occasional date, and sex a few times a week-and neither had any problem with contacting the other for a booty call.

So when Angela was in the middle of working on yet another boring report-she honestly could not stand them-she was happy to hear a familiar and welcome voice. She looked up from her computer screen and smiled brightly at Rob. "Hey. And yeah, I think I've got an opening to fit you into for tonight." The smile shifted into a teasing grin as she raised a hand to brush a few dark strands out of her face.

"Your place or mine, and what time?

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iamrobinhood
2010-04-30 06:23 pm UTC (link)

Studying cases of workers suing their employers over avoidable incidents had led Rob to want to help everyone avoid those incidents in the first place, workers and employers alike; so, this job had been exactly what he was looking for. And his coworkers had only sweetened the pot; Buffy might be hands-off, between her husband and the constant "meetings" with Dean Smith (which fooled exactly nobody), but she still brightened the department considerably.

Then, there was Angela. Gorgeous, fun, smart, and not looking for a commitment-- exactly what he needed after the debacle of his last divorce, the sting of which had only recently faded away. They hooked up when they wanted, hooked up with other people if they wanted to do that, and had a great time in the process. A really great time; she was creative with more than just her music.

And judging from her grin and the completely unsubtle euphemism (so blatant, he wasn't even sure that could count as a euphemism), tonight would definitely not be a disappointment. "Great; glad I can fill in that opening for you," he replied with a mischievous wink. "Say, about seven-ish?"

He leaned back and glanced over at Gwen. "Are you going to be home tonight, or do you have plans?"

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ex_queentobe411
2010-05-01 07:45 pm UTC (link)

One of these days she was going to castrate this man. She rolled her eyes as he popped his head into Ange's office, trying to resist the temptation to kick him up the ass and get him to stop being a prat. Perhaps castration would work, he'd stop thinking with that particular part of his body and actually focus on other things than getting a night with any woman who shows interest. No wonder he'd been divorced so many times, opening himself up emotionally to women who originally wanted him in bed and he got carried away. She glanced away, clearing her throat at the thought. She couldn't blame him, it wasn't his fault he was such a romantic idiot sometimes.

She leaned against the wall as she tried to drown out what was being said, rolling her eyes as Angela said such a blatant innuendo. Didn't she know how unattractive it was to be that easy? It was a wonder she hadn't found herself with worse men than Robin. She just hoped she didn't rope Robin into another emotional attachment. Then Gwen would have no choice but to take matters in her own hands and despite being small, she knew she could take Angela in a fight easily.

When Robin turned to face her and question her on her plans that evening she rose her eyebrow and gave him a look. One that he clearly would know meant if he dared bring her back to their home that night she would not be responsible for her actions.

"I'm in. All night."

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iamrobinhood
2010-05-02 05:50 pm UTC (link)

The look that Gwen shot him left him no doubt as to what she thought of his activities; and if he had hoped that there was a chance that she'd finally lightened up about his arrangement with Angela, her answer would have shot that hope down.

Fortunately, he harbored no such expectations, and glanced back at Ange with a good-natured eye roll. "Looks like it'll have to be your place. I'll bring dinner." With another grin and a wink, he rejoined Gwen in the corridor, and gestured toward the elevator bay.

As they resumed walking, he glanced over at her. "You know, you should give Ange a chance. You'd really like her, if you tried." He was aware that Gwen distrusted his arrangement with her, moreso as time went on, thinking that he was going to fall for her. At least, with his random dates, Gwen found it easier to accept that it was just a one- or two-shot deal. He really liked Angela, but what they had was all they would ever have, and that's exactly how they both wanted it.

"And if not, you should at least be nicer to her."

At that, he broke off any eye contact and walked just a bit faster, since he hoped she wouldn't get into how he had treated some of her "friends." He'd never been outright rude, but there may have been a threat thrown around here or there...

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ex_queentobe411
2010-05-06 05:58 pm UTC (link)

She rolled her eyes at that, starting to walk when he was ready to stop being a manwhore and actually go get lunch. She was hungry and not really in the mood for his stupidity when it came to women. One of these days he was going to find himself alone because he was so careless with them. Well he wouldn't be alone, because she knew how much he annoyed her she couldn't leave him be. She cared too much for him.

"No thanks. She's your plaything, I don't need to get to know her."

She shook her head when he started to walk ahead of her. He had a cheek to talk, after all the stories she'd heard from men she had dated. He wasn't exactly sunshine and roses when they first came to the house to pick her up.

"Don't even think you can tell me to be nicer, you're worse."

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iamrobinhood
2010-05-06 08:18 pm UTC (link)

"She's not my 'plaything,'" he argued, greatly disliking the term. Hoping to shake Gwen out of her rather uncharacteristic grumpiness, he grinned and added, "If anything, I'm hers." Hopefully, that would either make her laugh, or at least redirect her ire away from Ange.

When she did mention his treatment of her dates, he said, "Only to the ones in passing that are no good. Angela's a good person, has been around awhile, and will continue to be around." Deciding to skip the elevator in favor of the stairs, he went over and pushed the door open, holding it for Gwen. "Let up on her. Please."

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