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[thenormalsquint]

Just because the lights are on doesn't mean anybody's actually home, or in this case, the shop's actually open. Sorry to break your little precious hearts, but there'll be no Visitors' Day specials today at Passione. Yes, I understand other shops are doing it, but not this one, mainly because we're closed at this hour of the night.

[And currently there are a lack of employees and such other things a business requires.]

Feel free to stop by and tell this lone worker hello if you care to, maybe bring me a coffee and a donut, maybe a late night dinner too. Just saying. It'll be your good deed for the day.


[ooc: Action/Audio welcome since she's at the shop. Everything is fair game except anything past S4 of Bones. Anything else she can easily forgot by *~*magic*~*.]

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/snipes first

[killerstyle]

[Wow, just look at this smug asshole walking into your shop in the dead of night.]

Did someone say dinner?

you were waiting in the bushes, i know.

[thenormalsquint]

[Oh geez. He'll find her sitting on the floor in front of a cardboard box full of fabric, yet she manages to find a smile for him because come on, it's Finnick.]

But who said blond egotistical bastard?

bodyslamming f5 on the flist all the way

[killerstyle]

It's bronze. But two out of three isn't bad, so I'll still give it to you.

[He walks over and extends a hand to help her to her feet, as nonchalant as ever, like it's not a big freakin' deal that he's back for a visit right now.]

Now c'mere.

poor f5. what did it even do to deserve such a fate?

[thenormalsquint]

[She knows the difference, but Angela never misses an opportunity to stick it to Finnick. That offered hand is accepted and he gets pulled in for a tight hug.]

You idiot. I missed you.

[Silently, she's checking his body temp to see if he's cold. Like all the other dead people here. One never knows with the bits and bobs and feelings she got about Panem.]

[threadthefire]

[Arms appropriately laden with food and beverages, Cinna sneaks in the back and up the stairs. He's not sure he should be doing this, but he is.

He just has no idea how she'll react when he knocks on the office door.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela's startled, for lack of a better word, to hear a knock on the inner office door. The shop's locked and she didn't expect Ginny to stop by tonight. In fact, quiet as it's kept, Angela's starting not to expect anybody on days like these because she's learned that if she gets her hopes up that's when the people she wants to see the most don't show and all she's left is wanting them more. No wanting, no disappointment, nobody's left unhappy. Totally not her usual routine, but it's what works here.

Dropping her pencil and sketch pad on the desk, Angela slowly moves to the door, pulling it open inch by inch, not quite sure what she's going to get on the other side.]

Cinna...

[His name is like a breath of a prayer, like she doesn't want to believe he's here again, to believe that the tables are turned this time.]

[threadthefire]

[He holds the bags and drink containers up as a peace offering.]

You mentioned being hungry. I hope I've remembered your favorites.

[So now he just stands there, not knowing what to do. Composed on the outside, terrified on the inside. Hardly any time's passed for him, it was literally yesterday since he saw her last, but for her. He can now remember months. Lonely, lonely months when he was alone between these visits and now... now it's her. And his heart aches for it.]

[thenormalsquint]

[It's been exactly thirty days for her. A whole month of an emotional rollercoaster where Angela's just coming out of the shakiest car and finding her footing on solid ground again. How he looks so calm, she'll never know because her own eyes are open wide and a range of feelings cross her face. Good feelings. She's happy to see him, even for this feeling moment, but in between that are lashings of worry about will he be gone tomorrow, will this be the last time she'll ever see him?

But all of a sudden, Angela laughs completely out of nowhere.]

It's your office. You don't have to wait for permission to come in.

[imaprettygirl]

Coffee and donuts? What's in it for me?

[thenormalsquint]

My gratitude?

[imaprettygirl]

Can't I sit with you and have some too?

[thenormalsquint]

I don't see why not. It's not illegal to share donuts.

action;

[doesitherself]

[The door was open, not everyone cared enough to play with the little phones they were issued on arrival, and Passione is now being visited by an irate-looking woman wearing nothing more than lingerie and wicked heels. Her lyrical accent doesn't do much to soften her words.]

I have had it with today, okay? First I'm killed by a vampire and now no one will sell me fucking clothes. Do you know what it's like, dying and then being in a city full of putas and cabrons without a fucking pair of pants?

action;

[thenormalsquint]

[Well, that hope that people would actually listen to her warning was certainly shortlived. Angela just looks weary as the woman strolls (stomps?) on in while she's unpacking bolts of fabric on the salon floor.

Maybe it would've help if she had locked the door.]

I'm sorry about the vampire, sweetie, but like I said, we're closed. We're not actually in business yet. I can lend you a pair of pants to hold you for the day, but it won't be anything designer.

action;

[doesitherself]

[Yes, that was stomping. And yes, maybe locking the door would have helped.

The woman's tone and demeanor does a quick one-eighty.]

I would take anything you would lend, doll--I didn't see you weren't open.

action;

[thenormalsquint]

[Had Angela been a ruder person, she would have swung an arm around to present the empty and half dim store to this lady because it being closed is pretty obvious. However, Angela's too nice for that and instead, gets up and moves to the clothing racks full of off-season pieces.]

What size are you?

audio;

[police_pinup]

Angela?

Fuck, when did you get back?

audio;

[thenormalsquint]

I would ask you the same, but I know what your answer would be. Mine would be April.

audio;

[police_pinup]

Shit. Well... sorry you're stuck again, but it is fucking good to see you. Or, hear you.

Wait, why the fuck am I not seeing you? Where's this store?

[voice;]

[prettier_eyes]

[Hiya Ange, remember this smug voice?]

One of these days I ought to buy you dinner, love.

[Not tonight, but the sentiment should count for something. Right?]

[voice;]

[thenormalsquint]

Why can't that day be today?

[Oh yes, she remembers that voice? That voice belongs to the person who runs up a tab on her name. And no, it doesn't count, Eugene.]

[voice;]

[prettier_eyes]

Can't take the time. Busy schedule, you know.

[Which is to say he's got no money, and nothing he cares to pawn.]

[chessmastered]

Are you receiving visits from shareholders?

[thenormalsquint]

Depends. Are these shareholders interested in still giving me money?

[Hello Rudy. Angela is pleased to see you. Possibly.]

[chessmastered]

The shareholder in question returned to find his shrewd early investments have paid out in an exponentially significant way.

Put simply, I have a lot of money. Let's deal.