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Assistants' Lounge, Tuesday, April 4

Bel wandered down to the lounge and opened it up for the day. The coffee maker was his friend.

"It's pretty simple," Isabel said, trying hard not to laugh. She wondered if there was an possible way to induce flailing. Because flailing was always amusing. "You're a good looking guy and Angel's a good looking guy. Add to that the fact that Callisto and Phoebe both seem pretty happy with their good looking guys, it must mean you both have skills. So, to say it simply? Hot guys plus skill equals pretty show. That sound about right?"

There might have been beginnings of pre-flailing stirring in Bel. "Okay, I accepted that I have to kiss Angel ~~because Veronica is emotionally blackmailing me~~," he said. "But...put on a show? No. No. I mean, it's just going to be a quick kiss, right?"

The poor innocent demon, he really had no idea. "Bel, seriously. You don't really think you're going to be able to get away with just a quick kiss? Do you?"

She couldn't help laughing. "Think of the women involved in this. Callisto came running to Art Studio the other day just to see Angel kiss Barbossa. Now Barbossa is a really sweet guy. But pretty? No. This is going to be an event tomorrow. People are going to be really, really disappointed if you wimp out." She was so going to hell for this.

Bel glared. "I am not a wimp," he said. "But I don't have to prove it by...by...that."

"I'm not saying you're a wimp. Far from it," Isabel said. "I'm just trying to explain to you what the crowd is going to be looking for tomorrow."

"They're going to be disappointed then," Bel said sullenly, crossing his arms.

"They might also wind up dead from glare, at least if Aeryn is one of the finalists. She was not happy about being nominated at all." She leaned back against the couch and took a sip of coffee. "I'll be crushed by the disappointment, but I suppose I'll survive."

Bel eyed Isabel warily. "You're being sarcastic, right? You're not really going to be disappointed, are you?"

"What if I said I was?" she asked.

"I'd say I was sorry?" Bel offered lamely.

[ooc: Running home from work, back in an hour!]

"It's okay," Isabel said with an attempt at sincerity. "It's not like I haven't had a really bad week or two and was looking forward to the pretty just to lift my spirits a bit."

"You don't play fair," Bel said, pouting.

She snickered. "Well remember, I'm the evil alien."

"I can't do this, though," Bel groaned, putting his head in his hands. "But I can't get out of it, I already tried."

"You can do it," Isabel said. She reached over and patted his shoulder in sympathy. "Just close your eyes and think of England."

"I thought it was baseball scores or something you were supposed to think of," Bel said without thinking.

"Bel, you can think of whatever it is your little heart desires. Just kiss him. Make us all happy."

"I will," Bel said glumly.

"I'll buy you cookies afterwards?" Of course now she was starting to feel bad since Bel seemed so unhappy. "You're really bothered by this?"

"I suppose it'll be okay," Bel said. "It's just...why did it have to be Angel?"

"Because he's a hot guy who's friends with most everyone on campus? ~~And there's so much UST between the two of you it's ridiculous.~~" She shrugged and looked at Bel curiously. "Is there someone else you'd rather kiss?"

"No!" Bel said. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know if it would be better or worse if I had ended up with Logan or Anakin or someone like that."

"I'd say worse. You and Angel are friends. Right?" She asked but didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "You're friends. So that means the two of you can put on a show for a minute or so and then leave, get drunk together, and promise never to speak of it again."

"Until the pictures show up in the yearbook," Bel said. "You're right though. I should stop thinking about it so much and just do it and get it over with."

"Exactly. Get it over with and then go have a drink. I'd offer to have one with you but that would be bad for two reasons," Isabel said with a grin. "One? Your girlfriend might get pissed. And two? Stupid alien metabolism. I can't drink."

Assistants' Lounge, Tuesday, April 4

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