Assistants' Lounge, Wed afternoon

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

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

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

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."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"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."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker mock-pouted. "Other people, sure. You never listen to me. Pfftttt." She thwapped his shoulder. "Dufus."

_{[[back in an hour!]]}

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Ow!" Angel rubbed his shoulder. "Well maybe I would if you didn't keep hitting me all the time."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I refuse to get your attention the way Callisto does. And anything else I try, you give me the Charlie Brown look of 'The teacher is saying mwah mwah muh mah mwah-- what does it mean?'"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but if I ignore you sometimes I don't have to do what you say."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Which leads to hitting, so, return to Go, collect $200, and get over it." Parker finished putting up her posters, pleased. "I'm so glad this is going to be a short election. I *almost* don't care if I win or not." She snapped a finger in Angel's direction. "Promise when you win that you'll keep a leash on Sandburg, if he gets on the Council."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Blair's running for StuCo? Good for him." Angel frowned. "What's he need a leash for?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"He might vibrate through a wall, or worse, tick off someone less congenial than me, the way he bibbles and bounces around." Parker shook her head. "He doesn't even drink coffee."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"So he's a little enthusiastic," Angel said. "That's... good? Right?"

[ooc: *dying at the gremlin meeting, btw*]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Enthusiasm is good. But he has *no* self-preservational instinct. Your dog has a better idea of how to protect itself!" Parker rolled her eyes. "Just... maybe figure out a way to get him to chill on occasion. Please?"

_{[[heee! Thanks!]]}

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"We could try dosing him with decaf?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Or hitting him with a tranq dart."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Tsk, so mean to my Little Brother," Angel chided. "Besides, who would you rather have on the Council? Him or somebody who's just a seat filler?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker groaned, unable to argue with him. "I hate that this is my life." Mumbling under her breath, she added, "I'm outta here. Don't rip down *any* of the posters."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Stupid sticky tape."