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[orangetoughguy]

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

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meet me at the coffee shop, we can dance like iggy pop;

[thenormalsquint]

[Actually, the truth is, Brennan doesn't mind. If Angela is open about sex, Brennan just breaks all the door down and kicks a couple windows in for good measure. She just wants to spend a little one on one time with her friend, catching up and well, just being selfish.

Though, if Freddy keeps licking his fingers like that in front of her, she will be too tempted to spare ten minutes. Behave, Angela, behave.]

Don't do that.

meet me at the coffee shop, we can dance like iggy pop;

[orangetoughguy]

Do what?

[Finger licking--oh. But he suspects it's because it's rude, not because it conjures naughty thoughts.]

Sorry, it's a waste of good fries. That's all. [He smiles, like a teenager.]

meet me at the coffee shop, we can dance like iggy pop;

[thenormalsquint]

[That innocent act earns him a flick to the forehead.]

Yeah, it's really all about the fries, smartass. [It's both rude and encourages naughty thinking. That's why Angela's making her way out of the booth before her mouth--or his--gets her into trouble.] I'm going before you get me in trouble.

meet me at the coffee shop, we can dance like iggy pop;

[orangetoughguy]

[A flick to the forehead gets his eyes to almost cross before Freddy's laughing.] Okay okay. Hey...thanks for talkin' to me, Angela.

[He looks up at her from where he sits.]

meet me at the coffee shop, we can dance like iggy pop;

[thenormalsquint]

[And looking down at him, she pats his hand lightly before giving it a squeeze.]

I'm your friend. It's what I do.