Angel's been out drumming for a while. Mark was working on something, and Maureen... got to plotting another performance, far as he could tell, and at times like that it's always best to either flee or be otherwise occupied.
But she should be done by now, even if Mark's still busy, so he's back.

And Angel's around, with a book.
If Mark and Roger are going to be creative in the vicinity, he might as well be able to offer some useful comments.

The door opens, and Angel comes in (minus the drag). After a few steps, he pauses, then shrugs.
It's lunchtime anyway. Nothing wrong with a little interdimensional space.

Angel walks in... and then consults a map in his hands.
"Really, now, the modern art's supposed to be upstairs. You'd think the interdimensional space would wait."

"You do realize you could go to the grocery now, right?"
Angel backs through the door, and cracks up at whatever the reply to his comment was. And then he turns around, and discovers this is that weird interdimensional space again, and not the loft's stairwell.
...Oh well. That'll work too.

I really shouldn't be grinning this much, but I can't help it. My dinner with Joanne is scheduled for tomorrow at an Italian place I think we'll both like. It's private, but the atmosphere is really pleasant.

Again, I wander into this weird little place. But I'm in too good a mood to be bothered.

There are some days when the distance between Buffalo and New York City can be accurately measured as too damn far. This? Is one of them.
The bizarre interdimensional space would be more of a comfort with certain people around, but it's at least something.

...Well. He'd just been planning to collapse on his bed, but this'll work just as well. Better, even, as it's not on campus.
Still, there's only so much the change of scenery can do for Angel's mood, so he just finds a vacant couch and collapses on it.
College? Is sucking a lot at the moment.

The door opens, and Angel (not in drag, despite the icon) walks in like he's got a purpose. For about three steps, anyway; that's how long it takes for him to notice this is not in fact where he was going.
"...This isn't gonna make me late for class, is it?"

And Angel comes in, wearing a rather nice lavender-gray dress (it may as well have 'bridesmaid' written all over it, really) and holding a bouquet. The bouquet's a little... big to exactly go with the dress.
He stops just inside the door, leans against the wall, and starts laughing.
A lot.