Date: Friday, 23 August, 1999 | Evening Characters: Angelina Johnson, Dean Thomas Location: Belladonna Status: Private Summary: Angelina goes out for a night of relaxation. Completion: Complete
He was over-thinking things. That had been Carine's only suggestion as to why he was having trouble with Seamus's portrait. He was too close to it, taking it too personally, and maybe he needed a break to get a better perspective. Dean wanted the painting finished, wanted to show that he'd make progress...and it wasn't until he realised how badly he wanted it done that he thought his mentor was probably right. Channelling anger and a desire to move forward into a painting of his best mate was probably not the way to get the best result
( ... )
Angelina mouthed a charm and nodded her head. That should be an interesting one. Completely safe, too. She imagined the sweets would need to be blue, and when she looked up to scan the room for shades of blue, she saw Dean standing near her booth. He was looking at her--strangely. Lost in thought, she decided. His eyes looked distant, which told her he wasn't really looking at her.
Her movement must have shaken him loose from his thoughts because he walked over and said hello. Angelina rolled her eyes and grinned. "You caught me," she said before leaning her chin against her fist. "Don't tell anyone, yeah? I'm a workaholic sometimes. But I like my work."
She wasn't sure that Dean wanted to sit down with her. She didn't know how he felt about Katie's friends now. It's not like she and Dean hadn't talked before he and Katie were dating, but still...
There was a part of Angelina that wanted to talk to Dean about Katie--but how would she bring up that subject without seeming heartless or nosy?
"Well, I'm the last person who can fault you for that, yeah?" Dean said, waving the small sketchpad he'd had clasped under his arm. "Either for being a workaholic or enjoying it. I'd still be at the studio myself, but my boss said I needed a break. And she's the expert, after all, so I have to listen."
He was a little surprised when Angelina invited him to sit. She hadn't been at all unpleasant so far--had been downright friendly, actually--but then she wasn't the sort of person who'd need to make someone feel rotten just because they'd passed one another in public, no matter how she might feel about them. But asking him to sit was something else entirely. He smiled a little brighter.
"As long as I'm not interrupting anything," Dean said, nodding toward the papers she'd just pushed aside. "It's sort of strange coming here alone, I guess, but it seemed like a good idea." He shrugged, then slid into the booth.
Angelina had already noticed Dean's sketchpad, and she nodded. He slid into the set across from her while she stacked her papers and pushed them to the side.
"You're not interrupting anything," she said, feeling better with each second--at least things didn't have to be awkward between them because of a mutual friend...or past friend. Angelina briefly wondered if Katie would feel betrayed to know she was sitting and having a drink with Dean. But she pushed the thought away--surely Katie wouldn't really care, would she?
"We all need a break from time to time," Angelina said. "Your boss is right. Carmilla, my boss at The Sweetshop, sends me home quite often. Are you sketching something in particular or just coming out tonight for inspiration?"
He nodded. "I did accuse her of having feelings for him. It just didn't make any sense why she'd get defensive otherwise. She wasn't defensive about the situation--she was defensive of him. And I hadn't thought it before, because I always assumed her run-ins with him were flukes. Always gave her the benefit of the doubt. Hell, I didn't even get to the 'doubt' part."
Then she said she did fancy him. Hearing it aloud stabbed more than Dean had expected. He hadn't repeated it to anyone, not even Seamus. All he'd done was toss him that damned letter, because he couldn't bring himself to say it. Well, at least Angelina already knew that bit. He wouldn't have to feel bad about mentioning it to her.
"She sent me a note...after, and she told me," Dean said quietly. "I think I might have rather not known, honestly. Or not known for certain, at least."
He sighed, staring at the bottom of his empty glass. "But after that night, when she told me about the kiss, I took awhile to think about it. I had to. I mean, she'd told me she loved me
( ... )
Damn. Angelina listened carefully. She wanted to understand. She wanted to see why the relationship hadn't worked from both perspectives. Both stories had the same center around which they'd been rotating--Flint.
So, Katie had told Dean the truth. She'd sent him a letter. Angelina nodded.
"I suppose you made the best decision you could under the circumstances," Angelina finally said. "I'm sorry you were both hurt...are still hurting." She couldn't swear that Dean still struggled with his emotions toward Katie, but she could see the strain around his mouth and eyes when he spoke of her--so careful and so raw.
"I understand why you chose what you did," she admitted. "And...what I couldn't get Katie to explain seems to have been already explained. You thought there was something odd between the two of them. She said there wasn't. Yet...there was--or is"She did tell me that she had no intentions of dating him though. Said it was a nothing sort of attraction. There would be no relationship." Angelina sighed and shrugged. "At least she's
( ... )
Angelina nodded and said that his decision was understandable. He'd been pretty sure of the decision himself, otherwise he wouldn't have done it, but it was difficult not to doubt himself sometimes all the same
( ... )
"Yes, let's have a normal evening," she said. She was glad that Dean didn't treat her any differently because of her friendship with Katie. She could tell that Dean wanted the best for Katie--how he refused to talk rubbish about her. And Katie hadn't exactly bad-mouthed Dean either. At least they were both beig adults about the situation.
She stood and extended her hand. "Didn't you say you wanted to get a few dances in this evening? Shall we?"
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Her movement must have shaken him loose from his thoughts because he walked over and said hello. Angelina rolled her eyes and grinned. "You caught me," she said before leaning her chin against her fist. "Don't tell anyone, yeah? I'm a workaholic sometimes. But I like my work."
She wasn't sure that Dean wanted to sit down with her. She didn't know how he felt about Katie's friends now. It's not like she and Dean hadn't talked before he and Katie were dating, but still...
There was a part of Angelina that wanted to talk to Dean about Katie--but how would she bring up that subject without seeming heartless or nosy?
Angelina was still bothered by her ( ... )
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He was a little surprised when Angelina invited him to sit. She hadn't been at all unpleasant so far--had been downright friendly, actually--but then she wasn't the sort of person who'd need to make someone feel rotten just because they'd passed one another in public, no matter how she might feel about them. But asking him to sit was something else entirely. He smiled a little brighter.
"As long as I'm not interrupting anything," Dean said, nodding toward the papers she'd just pushed aside. "It's sort of strange coming here alone, I guess, but it seemed like a good idea." He shrugged, then slid into the booth.
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"You're not interrupting anything," she said, feeling better with each second--at least things didn't have to be awkward between them because of a mutual friend...or past friend. Angelina briefly wondered if Katie would feel betrayed to know she was sitting and having a drink with Dean. But she pushed the thought away--surely Katie wouldn't really care, would she?
"We all need a break from time to time," Angelina said. "Your boss is right. Carmilla, my boss at The Sweetshop, sends me home quite often. Are you sketching something in particular or just coming out tonight for inspiration?"
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Then she said she did fancy him. Hearing it aloud stabbed more than Dean had expected. He hadn't repeated it to anyone, not even Seamus. All he'd done was toss him that damned letter, because he couldn't bring himself to say it. Well, at least Angelina already knew that bit. He wouldn't have to feel bad about mentioning it to her.
"She sent me a note...after, and she told me," Dean said quietly. "I think I might have rather not known, honestly. Or not known for certain, at least."
He sighed, staring at the bottom of his empty glass. "But after that night, when she told me about the kiss, I took awhile to think about it. I had to. I mean, she'd told me she loved me ( ... )
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So, Katie had told Dean the truth. She'd sent him a letter. Angelina nodded.
"I suppose you made the best decision you could under the circumstances," Angelina finally said. "I'm sorry you were both hurt...are still hurting." She couldn't swear that Dean still struggled with his emotions toward Katie, but she could see the strain around his mouth and eyes when he spoke of her--so careful and so raw.
"I understand why you chose what you did," she admitted. "And...what I couldn't get Katie to explain seems to have been already explained. You thought there was something odd between the two of them. She said there wasn't. Yet...there was--or is"She did tell me that she had no intentions of dating him though. Said it was a nothing sort of attraction. There would be no relationship." Angelina sighed and shrugged. "At least she's ( ... )
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She stood and extended her hand. "Didn't you say you wanted to get a few dances in this evening? Shall we?"
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