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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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[faithful_slayer]

A certain Slayer they might be interested in speaking to is in the bar.

Specifically, at the piano.

Rachmaninoff's "Russian Suite For Two Pianos," played on one with Slayer Speed.

She's into it.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark gets a grin on his face, rummaging around in his bag, and pulling out an Oscar. Winking at Angel, he walks over to Faith, and plunks Oscar on the top of the piano. He miiiiiiiight just be a bit smug.

[the_antiangst]

That would be a gigglefit.
But will Faith hear it over the piano?

[faithful_slayer]

Faith has extraordinarily good hearing.

She looks up at the 'thump', and starts to grin.

"....and did you kick Spielberg like I told you to, young man?"

[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.

[thelastearthman]

And here's Arthur, with a cup of tea and an expectant look.

"Well?"

[bohemian_mark]

Mark rummages in his bag and pulls out two Oscars. And one hell of a huge grin. "Two of five."

[thelastearthman]

The huge grin is returned in kind.

"Brilliant! Out of what, six?"

[bohemian_mark]

"Yeah. This one's Best Director. This one's Best Picture. Roger's got the best Song one. Angel won Best Actor, and we also got Best Score." Yup. He's still beaming.