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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.

"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."

"Is it poisonous or something to you?" Bel asked, grateful for the subject change.

"I only wish." She rolled her eyes and pushed back her hair. "But apparently just a sip or two of anything alcoholic is enough to make us completely drunk. Sorry, but I'm not willing to give up control like that."

Bel nodded. "Sounds wise," he said. "Did you find that out the hard way?"

"No, but my brother did. The idiot." She took another sip of coffee and tucked her legs up under her on the couch. "He was moping because Liz, the girl he was in love with, was out on a blind date with another guy. He had a beer with another friend and wound up spending the night acting like an idiot. It's a wonder we weren't found out then."

"Glad you weren't," Bel said. "That the only thing from around here that affects you strangely?"

"Thanks, me to," Isabel smiled. "As far as we know, yes. But who knows what we'll find out as we get older." Her smile faded, "I wonder sometimes, if I can have kids, and if so what will they be like. Will they even be human? Not that it really matters, I don't think there'll be much time to have a family if I have to go save our planet."

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