fandomtownies | Empire Records and Bidet [3/9]

((yes he should be playing The Cribs, or Maximo Park, or Clor or The Editors, or Hard-Fi or or or... *goes back to being a little brain dead*))

[ooc: One cannot live on British bands alone]

((*considers the CDs she owns* Yes yes you can! British music is good, even if half the artists now live in the US, but that's totally besides the point!))

[OOC: JOHNNY CASH. <3]

Angela had a couple hours before she was going to meet her mom for the drive home.

How better to spend them than stocking up on music guaranteed to irritate parents?

"Hi, Marty," she said, leaning across the counter for a quick kiss. "So you guys don't still sell cassettes, do you?"

Marty grins and returns the quick smooch. "We've got a bin in the back of the place that has some random things. You looking for anything in particular?

"Not really. Just my mom's car doesn't have a CD player, and if she makes me listen to Kenny G and Barbra Streisand for five hours, I'll go insane," Angela admitted cheerily. "So I figure I should arm myself in advance."

"Eww. Can't have that," Marty said taking Angela by the hand. "I'm pretty sure we have some decent things back here."

"Bargain bin, yay," Angela said, then set to sifting through the cassettes. "Ooh. Sonic Youth."

As she continued to pick through them, she glanced up. "So do you have plans for while I'm out of town?"

Marty shrugged. "Not really. Thought I'd just recover from the trip to England and catch up on some reading for class."

Marty picked through a couple of cassettes looking for anything interesting before adding with a small grin, "Or I'll just mope around the dorm until my girlfriend gets back."

"What, are you going to borrow clothes from Hamlet?" Angela joked. "I'll be back Saturday. Don't get too mopey."

She selected cassettes of Nine Inch Nails and Hole to add to the Sonic Youth, then (after a final paw through the bin) looked at the counter. "I wonder if Mr. Giles is in his shop today?" she mused.

"Well I already have plenty of black clothing to wear," Marty joked back. "As for Giles, I assume he'd be in the shop today. You getting a book to read while you're at home?"

Angela paused as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "A book would be really good. But I think I just want to meet him, after all the stuff that happened with Angel and the Watchers in London. Is he nice?"

She moved to the register.

"He seems okay to me," Marty said heading behind the counter and starting to ring up the sale. "At least he was pretty decent to me the times I've gone in before and he tried to help me out when I was... under the influence of certain brownies."

Angela did not snicker at the memory of her conversation with Marty in his brownie-enhanced state. Really.

Not much, anyhow.

"Did he sell you bedtime stories for the pine tree?" she asked, pulling out her wallet.

"Ha." Marty said in a that's-very-funny-but-not tone. "No he didn't. He did smell the pine tree and let me hug though".

Marty said the last part very quickly and under his breath before telling angela the price of the tapes.

Angela looked confused, but decided not to ask what exactly he had slurred. Giles had hugged the pine tree? Weird.

She paid for the tapes, then hesitated before leaving the store. "I'll miss you, and stuff." she said, eyes downcast. "And I really had fun in England. See you Saturday."

Marty practically jumped over the counter trying to catch up with her. "Hey! You call that a good bye?"

"I didn't want to completely molest you at work!" Angela protested, laughing.

Then she drew him into a tight hug.

"Like that ever stopped us at Championship Vinyl?" Marty ask holding her close.

He gave her a smile and looked into her eyes. "I know it's only for a couple of days, but I'm going to miss you like crazy."

"Me too," Angela said. "I'll call, like, every hour. And I'll be back as early as I can, Saturday."

She leaned in again, kissing his neck.

"You better."

Marty held on to her tightly for a minute or two, enjoying the neck-kissy and the scent of her hair before bending his head down and giving her a lingering kiss.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear.

She stepped in only to be assaulted by Johnny Cash coming over the sound system. This shop was so perfect. Looking around for Lucas, her gze landed on Marty and she smiled.

"Mr. Blank. Long time no see. I didn't know you worked here."

Angela didn't answer, she just kissed him again. "Love you too," she said. "So, so much."

And then there was a long moment where she just leaned into him, not saying anything at all.

For a moment? Marty's mind played a trick on him and he could have sworn that Bob Dylan was playing instead Johnny Cash.

"When do you have to leave?"

"Hey Professor Cregg! Sorry I haven't been by in a while," Marty said in greeting. "I picked up a couple of shifts here a couple of weeks ago. Something to do between classes. How are you?"

"I've been better, but I can't complain. I'm having a nice spring break. Seeing new ~~men~~ people and I've been talking to Angel. Other than that it's been quiet in my new digs. You?"

"Now," Angela admitted with a wince. "I mean, I want to talk to Mr. Giles, and then I need to go home and get my stuff, and my mom's meeting me at the causeway in two hours."

Reluctantly, she pulled herself out of the embrace, offering one last kiss. "See you Saturday?"

"You mean quiet other than me and Nadia tearing your place apart looking for a glitter spewing robot?" Marty asked with a grin. "I've been good. Just got back from the field trip to England last night."

Marty savored the kiss as long as he could. "See you on Saturday," he repeated back to her.

"That and Shep crashing down the stairs on his skateboard. It's all relative, you know? How was England?"

She starts flipping through the country music selection until she comes up with a various artists compilation titled 'The Music of Pain'.

"Pretty good," Marty remarked. "We spent a good deal of time trying to find something that might help Angel, but we managed to sneak some touristy stuff in here and there. Anything interesting happen back here?"

"'Bye."

Angela walked backwards until she hit the door to Empire Records, just to keep staring at marty as long as she could manage.

Marty swallowed hard. "Bye.

Marty watched her walk out the door and then probably watched her walk towards the bookstore until she was out of sight.

"Other than Angel? Um...not really. I took a day trip with Tommy to the mainland. My class and Grissom and I tore down the wll between my office and Geoff's vacant one. By Fandom standards nothing happened."

"Bigger office, huh? That must be nice," Marty commented, "Who's Tommy? I don't think I know anyone by that name."

Nonchalantly reading the back of the cd, "Tommy Gavin. He works at the clinc." she says, trying very hard to sound dismissive.

"Ah. I haven't met him," Marty replied. "I've made an effort this term to stay *out* of the clinic as much as possible. At least as a patient."

"Keep it that way, Marty. I've gone in a couple times for minor stuff...and I've been visiting Angel."

She laid the cd on the counter and pulled out her wallet.

"I visited him this morning," Marty said ringing up the CD and telling her the price. "He's not looking good. I hope they find something soon."

"He's looking better than he was that second day. At least he wakes up...and he perked up and told me about his time in Vegas." She tossed a couple bills on the counter, trying to look hopeful. "They've got to figure out something, though. Right? I mean..." shaking her head, she let the thought trail off.

"The group did quite a bit of research into a cure and brought back a few things," Marty said hopefully while making change. "One of them are sure to work."

"You guys went on Spring Break to England and you did...research." she said flatly. Pocketing the change, she shakes her head and smiles. "You kids. You're wild."

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