fandomtownies | Caritas Open

Rory shrugged. "My mom and stepdad are here. We all lived. No one got seriously injured. And...it's kind of interesting, living here. Dangerous, but fascinating."

She covered the left side of her neck with her hand as she spoke.

"Pittsburgh is enough danger for me," Angela says, claerly not convinced. "Oh, I talked to your stepdad this morning. He's a good guy, seriously."

Thinking about the child she had met earlier that day, she smiles involuntarily. "I guess I can see why it might be fascinating, for some people."

"Luke's great. He's okay with you staying there, right?"

Rory's mouth twisted thoughtfully. "It's just...different. And I like the people around here."

"He's fine with it for now," Angela says. She then considered the rest of what Rory said, and would have answered, but they were interrupted by some guy who wanted to show off a card trick.

When he and Rory-not-Becky were done trading insults, Angela pockets the card he had handed her with an eyeroll.

"So. You were saying you like the people here?"

Rory sighed and rolled her eyes.

"People in general. That guy was weird. And there are plenty of freaks like that, yeah. But then there are the ones who I never would've met if I hadn't come here. Like, the ones from across the country or around the world or even the ones from space."

She certainly did not blush. Seriously.

Angela notices the blush but has no idea what it could mean. "That's right, I remember, the space people. They were really intimidating, just as a group."

She finishes her coke. "So. Completely different topic, but who on campus could help get me back where I belong? Luke said there was a teacher who thought he was a superhero, but that seemed a little odd."

"Yeah, I, um...TA for him," Rory said hesitantly. "But I think your best bet is to try to touch the same book. Or maybe get someone magic to help you. We have a lot of people like that around here. But I have no idea."

"Touch the same book," Angela echoes. "You work in the library, right? Can you get it? I'd go, but I don't want Rover to pick me up again."

"Um." Rory chewed on her lip thoughtfully. "I could try. I'll see what I can do about getting it - it might take awhile to get it out, though. Kind of a lengthy process, I mean. But I'll try."

"Thank you," Angela says. "It's something to try, right? I mean, I could just walk off the island, but I worry that'll fuck with the timeline too much."

Then, she kicks at the duffle, and a feeling of unease crosses her mind. "Rory -- did I pack this, or did you pack it for me?"

"You packed it yourself," Rory replied. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes," Angela says. She gulps. "Where was I going, Rory? Why did I pack this?"

"You were...going home for Christmas," Rory said, her tone faltering. "Which I guess you're probably not doing now."

"Don't think so," Angela says ruefully. "Unless you think I could both get back to 1995 *and* copnvince someone I'm 16."

She rocks back on the stool, clearly upset. "She's freaking out. I know it. She's waiting for me, somewhere, and getting worried, and -- there's nothing I can do. I tried calling yesterday and none of the numbers I know for people at home will work."

Rory bit her lip. "I'd offer my phone, but you already tried and stuff...." She shrugged helplessly. "It'll be okay, though. I mean, maybe when you change back, and all, you'll end up in exactly the time you left. Or something."

"Or something," Angela agrees. "And I hope the 16-year-old me is okay, and hasn't ended up on the streets or dumped my fiancé or gotten me fired." She attempts a smile. "It's Christmas week, my boss is probably too drunk to notice whether I'm there or not anyhow."

"Fiancé?" Rory asked. She looked as though she'd ask more, but after a quick consultation with her watch, she made a face. "Ugh. I have a thingy I need to get back for. But seriously - I'll find you at some point over the next couple days, and try to get the book to you if I can wrangle it."

"Fiancé. James," Angela supplies, a trifle sadly. Then, waving her hand: "Go, do your thing. I'll see you later. Thanks again for bringing me my stuff."

"No problem. We'll talk later," Rory nodded, making her way towards the door and waving at Angela over her shoulder.

After Rory leaves, Lorne approaches the newcomer. "Hey there kitten. You look like a girl who could use a drink."

Angela only rubs her eyes a few times before deciding that, yes, this guy is green and she should just go with it. "I am. Cosmo? Please?"

Lorne pours the girl a drink, and makes it a double just because she's got that troubled look on her face.

"There you go puddin'."

"Thanks," Angela sighs, and sits there sipping her drink and looking troubled.

When she's done, she pays, slides off the stool and makes the lonely walk to Luke's without a word.

Caritas Open

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]

Re: The Bar - [12/22]