fandomtownies | At Luke's Diner

Angela walks into the diner and slides into the seat across from Marty.

"Wow. You got here ... early," she says.

Marty gives her a quiet smile.

"Didn't sleep well last night. Apparently there were a lot of things going in the basement. Besides... had to get a head start for detention"

Luke comes up.

"You two ready or what?"

"I think we need another minute," says Marty.

Luke rolls his eyes and walks away in a huff. Marty turns his attention back to Angela.

"How was your night out with the girls?"

Angela shrugs sympathetically at Luke as she focuses on Marty.

"It was weird. I met Miss Druslla's, um ... pet. It has tentacles."

Marty almost snarfs his coffee when he hears "tentacles".

"Uh... Really? I thought was just a rumor started by Connor. Uh... Is it a... uh.. nice tentacle monster?"

Angela rolls her eyes. "It patted people. On the head. And made shadow puppets. I guess it was ... nice. For a thing that has tentacles and lives in a basement."

She signals to Luke for coffee and gratefully gulps it down. "I probably would have totally freaked out if I hadn't had, like, recent good things to think about."

[OOC: I have some errands to run, I'll check in again this afternoon.]

Marty gives Angela a shy smile.

"Yeah. I had a really good time last night. I was thinking of sending Rob a note to commend you on your excellent customer service."

[OOC: Sheesh. Corny. Sorry. I'll be on and off today and will be on after 10:30 - 11:00 pm EST.]

Angela smiles.

"Cool, maybe I could get a raise. Rob came in just as I was leaving -- he said there might be a couple record players at, like, that antique store in town. Though he seemed really annoyed that someone would buy vinyl without a record player. Actually, what he said was that everyone should own a record player, period." She pauses to sip her coffee. "Not that I, like, do. Or anything."

She looks down and draws on the table with her fingertip, conflicted between flirting with Marty and asking the hard questions. She decides on a middle path. "We've never really talked about, like, ourselves. So how did you, um, end up here?"

[OOC: Cool, I should also be here again after 10:30.]

An alarm went off in Marty's head.

*avoidthequestionavoidthequestionavoidthequestionavoidthequestionavoidthequestion*

*She's looking at you and knows you're avoiding the question. Do something dumbass*

*Like what?*

*Flirt stupid*

"Well, obviously Gordon doesn't appreciate the reason why I bought the records. To me... it's a pretty good reason. Now I may be able to find my old "Baby's first record player" by Fischer-Price someplace, but I don't think Elvis Costello is going to sound as good."

Angela cocked her eyebrow... still waiting for the answer.

*avoidthequestionavoidthequestionavoidthequestionavoidthequestionavoidthequestion*

Luckily, Luke came up in his usual huffy manner.

"Are you going to order now? Or should I just go broke as you two lovebirds sit here and take up valuable sitting space?"

*There is a god*

"Yeah... I'll have an egg white-"

"Blah blah blah. No fillings. Toast, no butter. Right," said Luke as he scribbled down the order, "What about you Red?"

Angela's eyes skip over the diner. "Um ... wheat toast and sliced strawberries. Please."

Luke huffs a final time and retreats to behind the counter as Angela turns back to Martin.

"So ... I'll tell Rob that. About Fisher-Price," she says. She can see exactly how much Marty is trying to avoid her first question, and she isn't quite sure what that means. "What we were talking about earlier? About why we came here? I'm still trying to, like, figure that one out for myself. I mean, I kind of messed up a little last year, and my parents weren't crazy about my friends, but I didn't think it was any huge deal."

"Messed up? You?" Marty scoffs. "What could you do that was so bad?"

Whew. Dodged it.

Angela laughs. "I think it started when, like, I dyed my hair," Angela says. "My mother said I looked like a different person. And then I quit yearbook. And then I started dating this guy Jordan, and-" Angela looks into Marty's eyes and realizes he probably doesn't want to hear the ex-boyfriend files. "-that just, like, didn't end well."

She reachers her fingers over to brush Marty's, and smiles again. "So what did you say you did, again?"

Marty's thoughts race back and forth between "Oh Crap" and "Hey... she's touching my hand. Nice. Very Nice."

*Be Funny*

"I work for Kentucky Fried Chicken. I sell biscuits and gravy all over the Southland"

*pleaseworkpleaseworkpleaseworkpleaseworkpleaseworkpleasework*

Angela laughs, deciding to just drop the topic for now. "So, what, they sent you here for not making your gravy quota?"

*Whew.*

"Selling gravy is a tough gig. If you don't make quota, you have to dress like Col. Sanders and do the funky chicken dance for all the employees."

Marty relaxes a bit and decides to stop playing with her hand and go for the full hand-holding.

Angela relaxes as she grasps Marty's hand. Whatever is going on with him, it can't be anything that bad, she thinks. The police wouldn't have let him go if it was. And besides, I would, like, sense it.

"The funky chicken?" she snickers. "I'd pay, like, so much money for a video of that."

"No. Money. On. Earth."

Marty mock shivers at the *horror* of dancing the funky chicken.

"Sorry. Just had a funky chicken flashback. Wasn't pretty."

Angela grins and rolls her eyes extravagantly. "Tell me about it. My dad's family is Catholic and I think there's, like, this law that you have to do the funky chicken at Catholic weddings. At my cousin Pete's wedding, my aunt physically pulled me onto the dance floor. I am so glad they didn't have a videographer." She eyes him, and decides to risk one more real question.

"So, what's your family like?"

Marty's smile from visualsing Angela doing the funky chicken fades just a little.

"Oh... Just a little on the nutty side. Dad.."

Marty shakes his head. How do you describe a dead drunk lout without bringing the conversation to a grinding halt?

"Dad died a couple of years ago. He and I didn't hit it off so well. Mom never got over his death and as long as she takes her medicine she'll be fine."

Marty tried to make it sound light on the end but judging from the look on Angela's face it didn't come off that way. He flashes her a grin.

"You know. Just your typical suburban nightmare."

Angela feels a pang of sympathy for Marty, but tries to mattch his smile anyhow. "That makes mine sound insanely normal. Um ... my mom can be kind of controlling, and we used to fight a lot, but she's mostly okay. My dad is a really, really nice guy, but he got all confused when I turned into a teenager. I think it was that everyone in the house except him is a girl. Oh, and I have a little sister, Danielle. She's kind of a brat, but she might grow out of it some day."

"I think our definition of insanely normal changed the moment we set foot on campus. I mean last night the giant squid in the basement was doing a shadow puppet show for you and earlier this week I was attacked by a tree."

Marty laughs.

"Sounds like you miss your family. Even the brat."

Angela covers her face with her hands. "I didn't think I would, but yeah, I do. It sucks not knowing what's going on there."

The food arrives, and she butters her toast. "I don't think I heard about the tree part of your adventures yet."

Marty suddenly seems very interested in his omelette.

"Yeah... Not my proudest moment. I... uh. Kind of freaked out that night. River was in my room and... well she said a couple of things and then I..."

Marty shakes his head.

"Well I was really rude to you for starters. Then there was the tree and the whole shouting match with River and..."

Marty suddenly loses his appetite.

"I don't think I'm ready to talk about that yet."

Marty pushes his plate away and pulls out his wallet and lays down money to cover the cost of both meals. He tries not to meet Angela's eyes.

"I better move it before I'm late for detention."

Confused again, Angela nods. "Okay, I'll see you ... later, then," she mutters, and stands to quickly kiss him goodbye.

I need to track down this River girl and see if she can explain any of this, she thinks.

Marty sees the look Angela has on her face and feels like complete ass.

His face softens.

"I think I forgot to tell you something last night."

He leans in and gently brushes his lips against hers.

"I had a wonderful time."

He gives her another kiss. He pulls back and smiles at her as he brushes a loose lock of hair behind her ear.

"I'll try and track you down after detention... If I have any brain cells left."

... and Angela is all moony and grin-y and wide-eyed with love or like or lust or something in the l-family yet again.

"I ... had a good time, too. Last night, but also this. Take care of yourself in detention."

"I will. Don't forget about me while I'm gone, okay?"

Marty gives her one more gentle kiss and heads off to campus with a smile on his face. There was no way in the world detention was going to wipe it from his face.

At Luke's Diner

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