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[bringonthe1der]

Angela's last three weeks can be summed up end an engagement, spend some time down home at Dad's, battle Memorial Day Weekend traffic back to DC, and then arrive back at an apartment you haven't ever planned to use as a primary residence again. It had been a handy place to crash when they'd worked so late that the drive out to Hodgins' place

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[hopeitsworthit]

"Wine?" Dean says, cracking a grin (tired and more than a little crooked, but still a grin) and dropping into a seat across from her.

"Seriously?"

[bringonthe1der]

"It's a start. 'Til someone makes me a better offer.

"Hey, Dean. How are you?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"You plannin' on mixing boozes?"

Color him shocked.

"Me 'n Sammy are doing okay. Holed up right now, but it happens, right?"

They are still so fucked.

[bringonthe1der]

"Considering I've all of three sips of this . . . I could risk it. Unless you want a nice glass of cabernet franc . . ."

She's guessing not.

"At least you're out of the SWAT look."