*Lilly - A stocking, containing one package of Wake the Fuck Up coffee and about five variations on the theme of glitter. None of them are edible, unfortunately, but all of them are sparkly.

*Roger - A wrapped package containing two blank notebooks, pre-lined for songwriting. Attached to the outside of the package is a note: Come and talk to me ( Read more... )

(After this.)

Mark's door is unlocked. Mark himself is sprawled across his bed, obviously... well, dead to the world. In a manner of speaking.
Angel shakes his head, and leaves Mark's camera somewhere he'll see it more or less as soon as he wakes up. There's a note on top of it, since Angel knows he'll see it if it's there.
( All right, perhaps it's a bit more of a letter. )

There's a sliding glass door from the apartment's living room to the roof of the building, on the side away from the restaurant's parking lot and the lighting that entails. Why anyone would want a door onto their roof, Angel's not quite sure, but his curiosity is slowly getting the better of him ( Read more... )

Lena had said she was renting a car, had said she'd be able to find the restaurant, had said Angel didn't have to come and meet her. But really, he thinks, why put this off any longer than they have to?
And I do not take 'no.'
To that end, he's taken a cab to Albuquerque's airport, and is waiting at the bottom of the escalator to baggage claim.

It would be silly of him not to call the loft, while he's got the opportunity. Besides, people are probably starting to wonder where the hell Mark's gone.
So he calls, once he manages to find the number.

Angel's trying to save the shopping trip for while Lena's around. In the meantime (and it's a good thing the meantime in question is only a couple of days, really), he's been sitting around the restaurant, people-watching. For all it's hardly the same thing, the atmosphere of the place does feel a bit like the bar's. He wouldn't have thought you ( Read more... )

After stretching his memory, Angel had managed to pull up what he thinks is the number he last called Lena at, and the restaurant's phone book turned out to have an area code map in it, so he's got that sorted out as well.
He doesn't know how much she knows, though he's got a feeling she'll be... surprised, at the very least ( Read more... )

The door opens into a back hallway, between two clearly labeled restrooms and near a stairwell. This must be the place, then ( Read more... )

( Angel and Mark inna bar, as done over AIM. )

(Written sometime between Monday and now ( Read more... )