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Assistants' Lounge, Wed afternoon

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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Callisto might have snickered. "If it's nothing you wouldn't mind me taking a look then?"

Like many men the world over, it took Angel far too long to come up with a line of bullshit while his mind was currently stuck on wondering how much the girlfriend was not going to like the truth and, once she found out about it, how badly was she going to hurt him.

"It's... a surprise?"

One advantage of being a female in a tradiationally male line of employment is that you get very good at detecting when a guy's bullshitting you. "If you show me, I promise to still act surprised."

Callisto may have pouted when she said that.

"Um. Okay."

Angel's line of thought was this: he'd been drawing rough drafts of campaign posters (good), pictures of Callisto (possibly good, depending on whether or not she was flattered or thought it came off stalkery), diagrams for the conversation with Cam and John that might take place later that night (ass kicking, definite ass kicking).

That meant he had a one in three chance of coming out of this alive.

He figured he could made those odds higher if he moved quickly.

"So, uh, I was working on this thing. You know, for Student Council?"

Whether or not Callisto noticed the other things he'd been working on as he quickly flipped past them was all dependant on how closely she was looking at his sketchbook.

"You were?" Callisto being the ~~*cough*~~ caring and supportive girlfriend that she was looked intently at the sketchbook pages as they got flipped over. "Hold on. Back up a few pages."

Angel paused.

He really wished this was one of those times when he'd been paying close enough attention that he could use that intermittent photographic memory of his.

Sadly it wasn't, so he had to randomly guess at what might be a safe page to flip back to. Hopefully one without, as for example, diagrams of various positions one could enjoy oral sex in, complete with helpful arrows to the participants that said "John" and "Aeryn."

"Angel, I realise the whole slow thing is frustrating," Callisto raised an eyebrown and tilted her head around. "But do John and Aeryn know you've been watching them?"

Murphy's Law is a btich sometimes.

"What? No! No!" Angel tried to turn the page. Unfortunately that only showed another set of positions. "I - uh - this isn't what it looks like."

"Really?" Callisto frowned ~~and filed away several of the positions~~. "Because it sure looks like it."

"This isn't spying!" Angel said, as though that should be perfectly obvious. "It's helping!"

"Helping?" Angel really wasn't helping himself. "I do hope it's not hands on help."

"If it was hands on I wouldn't need the pictures now, would I?" Angel gave her the book so she could see the drawings, complete with notes ~~temporarily forgetting about the ones of her, ZOMG~~. "Cam and I are staging an intervention. Turns out John doesn't know how to be there for Aeryn, if you catch my drift."

"Sure you wouldn't," Callisto muttered, flicking though the drawings, every now and then she glanced at Angel suspiciously, since she certainly didn't remember posing for that. "I know, I was there."

"You were there? When was this, before I moved in?"

Callisto might have been a tiny bit distracted by the drawings. "No Monday night."

"Where the hell was I when this was going on?"

"I don't know," Hmmm, she really was going to have to try that sometime. "We were in third-floor common room, which is probably why you missed us."

"Well yeah, that'll happen. I mean the only person I care about up on that floor is y - why were you, John, and Aeryn - " Angel flailed a hand " - doing that in the third floor common room? Or at all for that matter?"

"Oh it wasn't just John and Aeryn, Rory and Parker were there too," Callisto made note of a particular page. "And gods, it's not like it's against the law or something."

"Well... no, but do you want the new administration to sic another pageant on us??"

"They'd be far more likely to do that for what happened later with Anakin, Xander and DEATH," Callisto shrugged. "And so far we haven't gotten called up."

"What the hell did Anakin, Xander, and DEATH do? And please god tell me it wasn't with jazz hands. Lie if you have to."

"No, no jazz hands, there were a lot of condoms however." It was entirely possible Callisto had realised Angel thought she was talking about something entirely different to was she actually was.

"Thank god for small favors. I mean DEATH's okay, but who knows where Xander's been?"

"I have to admit though, Xander was a lot better at it then I thought he'd be."

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