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[the_antiangst]

( Out of Milliways: In which Angel drags Mark along on a shopping expedition. Only fair, as it's Mark's money.)"--any idea where we might find a door to the bar around here

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[lvpd_sidle]

"How'd you do, guys?"

No, Sara doesn't feel the need to say hello.

[the_antiangst]

Angel just grins, and pulls his Oscar out of his backpack. "Guess you could say not bad."

[lvpd_sidle]

She grins back. "Hey, congratulations. It's not often you win an award for simply being yourself."

[bohemian_mark]

Mark's beaming as well. "We got five of six. Not bad odds, really." For some reason, now that he's back in the bar, he's losing all of his nervousness, and a hint of pride is creeping in.

[the_antiangst]

"About time you relaxed."
Angel teases out of love. Really.

[lvpd_sidle]

"And from what I understand, you earned them. Don't doubt that. Congratulations, Mark."

[bohemian_mark]

"You hush, Angel." Mark grins at Angel, then turns to Sara. "Thanks. Don't really know if I earned them, but, well, It's kinda cool to have them."

[the_antiangst]

"Guess I have a really fancy decoration for my room now."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Hey, you can never have too many paperweights."

[bohemian_mark]

"Or bookends." Mark smirks. "Then again, knowing Roger, he'll use it to prop up his guitar."

[the_antiangst]

And Angel cracks up. "You people have more options than I do!"

[lvpd_sidle]

"It could be a doorstop," she says innocently. "Or something to prop up a pair of your shoes."

[bohemian_mark]

Mark grins. "You could put socks on it. Or... use it to hold bits of your sewing projects."

[the_antiangst]

"But my shoes have built-in props, more often than not. And it'd make a lousy mannequin, really. I mean, nobody's waist is that small."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Just you wait. At some point in the near future, a live Barbie doll will walk in through the front door. You know it's true!"

[the_antiangst]

Angel eyes the statue for a moment, considering.
"...No, that's even smaller."