Assistants' Lounge, Wed afternoon

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With free time before Self-Defense, Angel went down to the Assistants' Lounge and made himself comfortable.

Sean was there. He nosed around all the new things, his attention occasionally drawn to a certain cabinet.

Angel was busy drawing. Depending on when someone looked over his shoulder they might notice rough drafts of campaign posters, sketches of a certain blonde he'd gone out with on Sunday, or pictures that were really not appropriate for children to be looking at this last catagory might or might not have overlapped with the pictures of the blonde.

There was a pot of fresh coffee brewing.

[ooc: Shamelessly stealing from Angela's reminder yesterday - The lounge is open for TAs, clinic aides, library staff and invited friends. Only TAs and such have keys, though, and the door is locked when none of them are around. If you're a TA and don't have community membership, request it here.]

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"How's about we skip to the part where we know I'll look stupid, and you help me figure out how to make sure Callisto's happy?" Angel asked. He tried the puppy eyes. If that didn't work, he was prepared to hold up the actual puppy, who at the moment was sniffing around that cabinet.

[demonbelthazor]

"Because a soul's made you stupid," Bel grumbled.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker snorted at the puppy eyes. Jarod's were better. Jack's were funnier.

"Do you even know if she'd want to go? Or dance when she got there? Because otherwise, she'll just go by herself." Parker started to grin evilly. "Think of it: Callisto, dancing, in the middle of all those twisting bodies, slamming into guys from every class in school...."

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"I hate you. Isn't it bad enough I'm doing this Student Council thing?"

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"You know, if you don't want me using a line like 'takes one to know one' don't send setups like that directly over the plate."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Consider me the price you pay for having the fun of dating Callisto. One joy, one torment. Balance!" Parker said cheerfully.

[demonbelthazor]

"What, are you five or something?" Bel said.

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"I still hate you," Angel told her. "Though, admittedly, the dress was hot."

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"Boy are you severely lowballing that estimate," Angel said. He grinned. "No pun intended."

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"Wasn't it?" Parker smirked. "We're going shopping on Sunday. Be nice to me. Be very, very nice to me."

She made a face. "You don't have to dance on Friday, you know. There are always geeks hiding by the punch bowl at these things, or holding up the walls. You lurk well. You could stick with that." She smirked. "And watch Callisto dance with other guys, instead of just imagining it."

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Angel looked hopeful. "I can lurk. And dance slow. Slowdancing I'm... sort of good at."

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Bel raised an eyebrow. "How unlike you to bring that up."

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"If you can remain upright, I suppose that's all your girlfriend can ask for," Parker said. "And it's not like anyone will make a move on her if you're standing right there." She grinned. "Although, I could always tell Jack Harkness and Archie Kennedy and Lee that you *want* them to dance with her, so she doesn't get lonely."

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"Well it's not like you're ever going to bring it up, Bel."

[demonbelthazor]

"I'd thank god if I believed in one."

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"Really, really, really, really hate you."

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"So how's it going, Bel?" Angel asked. He began sketching something new. "Remember to floss today?"

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Fishing the ball of paper from the floor, Bel threw it at Angel's head.

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Sean, being somewhat oblivious to UST vampire and half-demon snarking contests, leapt after the ball which he assumed had been thrown for his amusement.

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Parker chortled, far too pleased with herself. Then she remembered seeing the new poster for him, and said, "Hey. Are you *actually* running now? Did I see a poster made by you, or is someone besides me messing with you? Because if so, I want to give them cookies."

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"If you saw one it was probably made by Logan or Jaye," Angel said. "Though I... might be trying to come up with a few, yeah."

He flipped back in his book and showed her a rough sketch for a bumper sticker with the slogan Less Talk: More Action.

"What do you think?"

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"I like it," Parker said, surprised. "And it's accurate, too. What changed your mind? I'm almost sorry this isn't something I can torture you with now, but I'm glad you're on board."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel sat up and held his hand out to Sean to see if the dog would bring the ball back to him.

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"Really? Thanks." Angel perked up a little, glad he'd figured out something that got her seal of approval. "Talking with a few people. Prof. Lyman, Logan, Callisto. Just got me thinking."

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Sean skittered the ball around on the floor, then, seeing the hand, brought it back for Bel to throw for him.

"You can give him a treat if you want," Angel said.