Potbelly Pig: Marty's Alcove

[oatmanspatient]

If anyone were to look in the alcove you would probably see a very hungover Marty with a pillow over his head trying in vain to drown out any ambient noise that would make his head explode.

This would probably be effective if his own moans weren't audible.

[ooc: Locked to the Fake GF]

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[chasingangela]

Angela tried throwing pebbles at his alcove window.

She had a key, but she felt a tiny bit weird about using it. Not least because she knew Zero slept with her mallet.

[oatmanspatient]

Marty opened the window very carefully wondering why someone was trying to shoot him.

He gave Angela a small pained smile. "Hi. Come around to the front door I'll let you in."

[chasingangela]

"Okay," Angela said, dropping the last few pebbles in her hand and walking around to the door. She noticed Marty looked a little worse for wear.

"Should I leave?" she asked. "I just wanted to say hi before I went to work."

[oatmanspatient]

Marty shook his head and got a bottle of water out of the cooler and started looking for some aspirin. "No it's okay," he said in a hoarse voice. "I just had a little too much to drink last night."

[chasingangela]

"Did it help?" Angela asked.

She handed him some aspirin from her bag. "Here."

[oatmanspatient]

"Not really, but it took my mind off it for a while," Marty said miserably. "Did you do anything fun last night?"

[chasingangela]

Angela shook her head. "I gave Nadia a toy parrot," she offered, watching the misery. She wasn't sure how much of it was the hangover and how much of it was Nadia.

"She really was like your sister, huh?"

[oatmanspatient]

"Yeah," Marty said simply as he sat down on a chair. "I'm just worried about what might happy to her. Why a parrot?"

[chasingangela]

Bright. Colorful. Goofy," Angela said. "And it seemed weird enough to make her smile."

She couldn't tell him Nadia would be fine. She didn't entirely believe it herself. "She said she'd be back someday."

[oatmanspatient]

A small smile crosses Marty's face as he thinks about the parrot. "I hope so. I don't like the idea of never seeing her again."

[chasingangela]

"Most people come back," Angela tried to reassure him. "Anakin. Aeryn. You. I think the island has this hold on some of us."

[oatmanspatient]

Marty nodded then quietly slipped his arms around Angela for a hug. Whethere it was for her reassurance or his isn't remotely clear. "Yeah. There's something about this place that makes it home."

[chasingangela]

Angela snuggled into his shoulder. "Yeah." And you're part of that, she thought.

She looked up. "Should I give you the whole speech from Wendy the Werewolf Hunter about how, whatever, someday when you're old and have blue hair you'll run into her in Sao Paolo? Or would that be the most unhelpful thing ever?"

[oatmanspatient]

"Are you saying when I'm old that Zero will be dying my hair?" Marty asked in a mock-serious tone.

[chasingangela]

Angela blinked, then had to grin at the mental image. He'd be okay. Somehow.

"Yes. Zero will totally dye all of our hair when we're old. We'll make her."

[oatmanspatient]

"I always thought her ambition was to be a film director, not a hair stylist," Marty commented with a small grin.