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[Angela's sitting cross-legged on a sofa in an apartment that if anybody knew her well enough can tell that's not hers. One, the wall colors are in neutrals and there's no amount of controlled chaos around. What gives it away especially is a grey cat in her lap snoozing, and even though she is not a fan of them, Angela can't bear to move it. Her device is propped up so her hands are free to write things down on a nearby clipboard.]

The worst part of coming and going here isn't the coming back, it's coming back and realizing there are things you should already know, but you can't remember. I hate not remembering things. My life experiences are so important to me; I want to look back and go "Yeah, that was fantastic how we got arrested." but when I can't remember faces, much less names or events...

[It pisses her off. But she's not going to say that much out loud.]

So here's your mission, should you choose to accept it: tell me things about us I should remember. Doesn't matter if it's big or small. If we went to the beach together and almost got eaten by sharks, great! Or not so great, but still that's useful to me.

And if we didn't do anything together, lie to me. Make something up. It's not like I'll know the difference.

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[Angela just shrugs. Curiosity sated.]

Well, thank you for being honest.

Seemed like the kinda thing that woulda come back to bite me in the ass if I hadn't been.

It would have. [She smirks.] I would have broken the rest of your fingers.

Well, that woulda been a pity. I kinda like havin' the ability to use one hand, at least.

[He'd make a joke here about what he could do with one hand, but she'd just said she was celibate... there's still a tiny smirk on his face, though.]

[Just because she's celibate doesn't mean her hormones and imagination aren't working overtime.]

Too bad you still have one working hand. You could have called me for favors.

[It's not sex if she doesn't get off, right?]

[A grin.]

Is it too late to go ahead 'n request that you break those fingers?

Definitely.

Maybe I'll have better luck next time. On our next date.

Don't get your hopes up too high. [She can't promise him anything either way. She does intend to try her best to meet a challenge, but at the same time, Angela was never very good at ignoring temptation.]

I won't get anythin' up too high.

[No, he occasionally can't resist innuendo. It's one of his failings. Or charms, depending on how you look at it.]

Oh, is it because it's one of your shortcomings?

[He left the door open on that one.]

[Even he has to admit that he'd left a pretty convenient opening for that comment.]

Nah, it's because I wouldn't wanna challenge your vow of celibacy too much.

How about you let me worry about what challenges me or not?

[Let her worry with a measuring tape.]

Well, you're welcome to assess for yourself, determine the level of challenge, y'know...

[Don't tempt her. She'll cop a feel right here in the bar.]

You seriously have no idea what you're getting yourself into...

That so? Takes a lot to surprise me.

[She flattens her expression and wordlessly reaches over and plops her hand right in his crotch, fingers groping everywhichway. She's measuring, kid.]

[Well. He hadn't quite expected that. He knew he'd liked her from the moment he met her, and this pretty much just verifies it. And hopefully, she's not disappointed by what she feels -- he thinks he's doing pretty damn well in that department, if he does say so himself.]

Satisfied your curiosity?

Eh. [Yes, and she likes what she finds, but she's not going to hype his ego up that much by saying it out loud.] Sure.

Well, I'll take "eh, sure" over "you're a goddamn disappointment, kid."

Actually, I would have said "I sure hope you're good with your hands and mouth."

[But she didn't say that.]

Yeah, but just so's you know, I am. Even with just one hand.

[Oh, he takes notice that she didn't say that. And his cocky little smile gets even bigger.]