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[thenormalsquint]

[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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[valentineluke]

We're work acquaintances of a sort. Am one of the major shareholders in your business currently managed by Miss Weaseley.

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[affectioning]

[ Oh, he remembers you. You were fun to talk to. A bit wild. Crazy. But, you probably have stories for days. He still wants to ask about Cleopatra's bed. Currently, he's on his own Derek's couch, feet propped up. Something is sizzling in the kitchen. He seems exponentially happier from the last time the two of them spoke. ]

I can come up with anything?

[ Since they just met the other day. ]

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[trenchknives]

We went out to dinner. A lot. You let me buy you some drinks.

[Totally made up. But hey, he's got a charming smile on.]

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[thenormalsquint]

[Don't ask while your mom is around, Scott. Trying to get Angela strangled?]

Knock yourself out.

[thenormalsquint]

I feel like this is a blantant lie and I'm offended.

[Jimmy, you are a terrible liar, but once again, she'll entertain you.]

[thenormalsquint]

The clothing shop? I don't think it's so much my business anymore. More like hers and I'm just making her take a vacation.

[trenchknives]

Yeah, maybe. But I could make it the truth, if you'd let me.

[thenormalsquint]

I never said I wouldn't. I said you had to get that hand checked out first.

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[affectioning]

[ Not at all. You're awesome. Awesome people don't deserve to get strangled. Technically, nobody deserves it. Maybe Gerard. ]

You showed me some of your art. Tried to paint my friend Stiles but he wouldn't sit still. That was before we were almost eaten by sharks. But, we survived!

[trenchknives]

'n I did.

[He holds it up as evidence; it's properly bandaged, now.]

See?

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[thenormalsquint]

[She already offered your mom bourbon. That surely doesn't give an air of boundaries on her part.]

See, I was with you until you said sharks. Then your story fell apart right there.

[thenormalsquint]

How long is it gonna take to heal?

[trenchknives]

Probably about a month to be fully healed, but hopefully it'll be feelin' better before then.

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[affectioning]

[ Scott bets his mom will get better stories than he does. ]

It could happen! Here. Anything could, right? [ But his grin subsides into a simple smile. ] And the part about Stiles really could happen. He can't sit still. Hey, did I ever tell you my name? [ Is he that rude? ]

[thenormalsquint]

Okay, so come back to ask me in a month because cutting your meat for you in public would be embarrassing for you.

[Also a month is one more more without putting herself in the temptation boat.]

[trenchknives]

Nah, I can still use my hand okay. And hey, if we just go out for drinks, there ain't anythin' to cut, right?

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[thenormalsquint]

Yeah, but how did I go from painting to sharks? There was no beach setup to make it really convincing.

[She purses her lips to see if she remembers a name, but nope, nothing. TOTALLY RUDE, SCOTT. DON'T YOU HAVE ANY HOME TRAINING?]

No, I don't think so. I'm Angela, by the way.

[thenormalsquint]

Except you. [RIMSHOT.] Fine. You can take me out for drinks.

[trenchknives]

Great. Name the time, 'n I'll come 'n pick you up.

[thenormalsquint]

Anytime, really. I'm not working full-time yet.

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[affectioning]

You were painting at the beach. The blanks are easily filled in.

[ A LOT, ACTUALLY. BUT HE WAS REMISS AND CURSED. IT WAS A REALLY WEIRD DAY ]

Sorry, I promise I was raised right. It's Scott. Scott McCall. Stiles is my best friend. He's been year for a year.

[trenchknives]

How about right now?

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[thenormalsquint]

Filled in with bullshit, yes.

[NO EXCUSES!]

Scott... [Hold up. Seventeen, named Scott...] Is your mother here? I met a lady that said her son's name was Scott and he was seventeen.

[thenormalsquint]

Sure. I just need to get changed and remove a pain in my ass.

[She's talking about the cat.]

[trenchknives]

[He's just going to assume she's not talking about him, and referring to the cat. And give her a little grin.]

Okay. I'll be over in about fifteen?