[ She catches their reflection in the shine of the microwave door, biting at her lip in a smothered sound of contentment, that extra bit of height she has on her that means she's especially tucked in. But it's not smug, it's indulgent, like she doesn't want to be anywhere else but here. ]
Uhm, can't remember? Some guy was buying me drinks.
[ They're not - a thing. Not a - facebook official, have each other on each other's profile pictures level of official that counts for people their age. They're not much more than weekends spent in bed where Angel spends most of it on her back and watching the cloud float by - they're discussions until sunrise about the nuisances of this literary theme or that.
They're the way Angel goes out to expensive bars in scraps of material because she can, because she enjoys it, and enjoys the way people fall at her feet, but only ever comes back to Parker in her falling off clothes with a cheerful smile. Like she ever could have gone anywhere else. ]
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Uhm, can't remember? Some guy was buying me drinks.
[ They're not - a thing. Not a - facebook official, have each other on each other's profile pictures level of official that counts for people their age. They're not much more than weekends spent in bed where Angel spends most of it on her back and watching the cloud float by - they're discussions until sunrise about the nuisances of this literary theme or that.
They're the way Angel goes out to expensive bars in scraps of material because she can, because she enjoys it, and enjoys the way people fall at her feet, but only ever comes back to Parker in her falling off clothes with a cheerful smile. Like she ever could have gone anywhere else. ]