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[bxlomrmlezq]

WHO: Angelo and Paige
WHERE: Paige and Monet's apartment
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon
WARNINGS: Cheating at board games is inevitable.
SUMMARY: Two members of Gen-X hang out in a third's apartment and reminisce about a fourth. Scrabble is involved.
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[ahhmahlawd]

Of course Paige let him in in a timely manner. Maybe because she had been camped out on the couch, trying to think of ways to make Monet NOT mad at her after booby trapping the whole apartment. The distraction was welcome.

"Hi," she greeted Angelo when she opened the door. "Come in!"

There would be no alcohol tonight!

[bxlomrmlezq]

Angelo looked over the doorframe intently, then poked his head into the apartment, leaning in without allowing his feet to cross the threshold. He looked around, then peered up at Paige.

"Is it safe?" he questioned, eyes deliberately wide and as innocent as he could make them look (not very). "Poison-tipped arrows aren't gonna come suddenly shooting out at me? Lasers chop me up into a million pieces so you can serve me to M for dinner?"

He held up the bag of Chinese food in front of him like a shield.

[ahhmahlawd]

"Very funny," she said dryly. "I don't think you would taste very good, anyway. Just sit down already."

This is what she needed. Normalcy.

... if fighting with Angelo seemed normal.

[bxlomrmlezq]

"Hey, I'd taste delicious!" he countered, taking a seat and opening up the bag. "Hope you're hungry, because this stuff really isn't half as good reheated."