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Ching Tai, Thursday night

The NPC-run Chinese restaurant is cheerful, with Chinese characters painted in red on the walls and tables set with the ubiquitous Chinese Zodiac placemats. Lanterns sway overhead as the hostess ushers Angela and Marty to a booth in the back.

[OOC: Public space, so anyone can come in.]

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Marty sits down and takes a look around the place. "I've never actually been here before. I assume the food is pretty good?"

"I was here with a bunch of people the first week of school," Angela says. "It's ... you know. MSG. Soy sauce. Grease. But yummy."

She reaches across the table and takes one of his hands. "So how was your day?"

"Mmm. Greasy chinese food is the best."

Marty smiles and gives Angela's hand a little squeeze.

"Pretty good. There was a dog running around in Tick's class this morning which was kind of fun. Other than that I just sat at the library and checked out the new aide they hired."

"Oh, is she cute?" Angela says innocently, then lowers her voice. "I hear she dyes her hair, though. And she's completely emo."

"And if the dog is a little cute wolfie puppy, that's Cameron Mitchell."

"Cam's a wolf-puppy? This animal thing is just getting way out of control. I wonder when they'll get a dog catcher for Fandom. I think we need one."

Marty puts on a look of mock astonishment.

"The new aide dyes her hair? You mean it's not natural? And she doesn't look emo to me. You should probably get to know her better, because I'm betting she's actually a sweet person once you get past all that flannel."

"I'm trying to imagine Mayor Red meeting up with a dog catcher," Angela says. "Red wins."

"And I'll take your word for it on the aide, but ..." Angela dissolves in a fit of giggles. Something that sounds a little like, "I don't need to be jealous, do I?," emerges from them.

The NPOC waitress approaches, and Angela orders a pot of tea and shrimp with cashew nuts.

Marty snickers and manages to get out an order for egg drop soup and vegetable lo mein.

"I don't think you need to be jealous of anything. I'm a one red-head-girl kind of guy," Marty says with a grin.

"So how was your day?"

"You're sweet. I'll keep you around," Angela says, smiling.

"It was an okay day," she says. "Just had journalism and Grissom's class, plus the library. And speaking of that, is it okay if I interview you as former security guy about law enforcement? I mean, interviewing your boyfriend is kind of weird, but Grissom didn't say I couldn't, so."

Marty cocks an eyebrow. "You're keeping me? That's good to know."

"I don't know how good of an interview I'd be. I was S.O. for maybe 20 minutes tops and even then I wasn't that great at it, but if you want I will."

The NPC waitress comes by with the food and lays it out and Marty nods to her in thanks.

"Hey! Here's an idea. You could interview Veronica Mars's dad. He's a P.I. out in California and I think he used to be sheriff."

Angela picks up a shrimp with her chopsticks and frowns at it before putting it into her mouth. "Grissom mentioned him, too," she says, swallowing. "And yeah, that works. I'll call her."

"You and Veronica are getting to be pretty close friends," she says, and if you don't know her well her tone would read as neutral.

Marty caught the frown, and since he is getting to know her pretty well also caught the tone in her voice. He puts down some of his Lo Mein noodles.

"Yeah. We're friends. Nothing more than that though. You know that, right?" Marty's voice has a trace of humor in it.

"I do, yeah. Sorry, just --" she coughs, a little hitch in her voice. "Bad memories. I know it doesn't actually have anything do with you or Veronica."

She gives him a lopsided smile and takes a bite of rice. Martin. Not Jordan, she thinks.

Marty's voice softens. "It's about that Jordan guy, right? I mean you never talked about him and what happened. If you don't want to talk about it I understand but..."

Marty voice trails off.

"You're turnign psychic on me," Angela says. She's doodling in the garlic sauce on her plate with her chopsticks.

Finally, she puts them down. "So ... see, when I talk about him, he sounds like a dick. Which he wasn't, really. But short version? We broke up. I was just getting over him, and he and my best friend-" she winces -- "ex-best friend hooked up. In a car. And Brian Krakow caught it on tape, because he's a perv."

More chopstick doodling.

"I mean, we weren't together anymore, but it still hurt because it was so fast, y'know? So, um, I guess I have trust issues. Like I said, me, not you or Veronica."

Marty winces. "Yeah. I can see why that would cause some trust issues. Not that I have a better track record when it comes to breakups but..."

Marty sighs. "I understand how you feel. And believe me when I say that I'm not planning on going anywhere. Okay?"

Marty then gets a sly grin on his face.

"Okay," Angela says. "And then there's my dad and Hallie, which didn't help."

Then, noticing the grin, "What?" She speaks with affection in her voice.

Marty's grin becomes somewhat chesire cat-like. "Just remembered something I picked up when I closed up shop the other month. I'll give it to you later. But I can see how your parents problems and everything haven't helped."

Marty finishes his soup and pushes some noodles around on his plate.

"You trust me right?"

Angela folds her hands. "Absolutely," she says, sincerely.

"And ... wait, a present? For me? I like presents."

Marty gets an oh-so-fake-innocent-look on his face. "Well I don't have the present here. It's back in my room..."

The waitress drops off the check and a plate of fortune cookies, and Angela cracks one open, smiling a shy grin.

"My fortune is, 'You will soon take a journey that brings you riches," Angela claims, though that's not quite what the slip of paper actually says. "So, want to show me?"

"My fortune? Sure."

Marty cracks open his fortune and reads aloud "An empty stomach is a poor political ally."

Marty makes a face at the fortune and pays the bill.

"Come on. I'm sure your dying of curiousity." (http://www.livejournal.com/users/oatmanspatient/23475.html)

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