chasingangela: (half face)
It was Angela's 19th birthday, but she didn't have any plans to celebrate, really. She'd let herself have a caramel latte at work --- ooh, rebellion -- and was now flopped on her bed, trying to do some reading for her women's lit final.

Of course, Virginia Woolf wouldn't do her much good if she didn't make it past freshman year, but Angela wasn't letting herself think that far ahead.

[OOC: For meeeeeee, but open to anybody who remembers her birthday.]
chasingangela: (dangerous beauty)
Marty was still sleeping deeply as Angela crept out of bed and took to the streets of Paris. She returned a little breathless, having used a mixture of Pidgin French, pointing, and smiling to accomplish her shopping.

It was worth it, though. She started to brew coffee in the pot in the room as she arranged a picnic -- fresh bread, Nutella, strawberries, champagne and orange juice -- on a tray decorated with tiger lilies.

She'd been shopping throughout their vacation, so of course she had picked up
a few birthday presents.

She fidgeted with the last two through her clothes as she leaned over to kiss Marty awake.

[OOC: NFB due to location. Last two links somewhat NSFW.]
chasingangela: (Angela/Marty)
Angela was not in the most birthdayriffic of moods as she unlocked the door to her room Wednesday evening.

Having a nightmare, getting slimed, having a test, and finding out one of your favorite teachers is leaving will do that to a girl. Unable to deal with people, she spent most of the afternoon after class on the beach, watching the waves and thinking. But even if her day had gone much, much better, she still would have felt something -- make that someone --important had been missing.

She bit her lip and hoped he was okay, somewhere, as she turned her doorknob.

Apparently, he was okay, because he was standing in her dorm room, grinning like an idiot.

...and all thoughts of tests, slime, or nightmares fell out of her head. It's a good thing Angela lives on a fairly quiet floor, because her squeal of delight would have brought at least half her class running if she lived on two.

"You'rebackyou'rebackyou'reback!" she said, crushing him in a hug.

Marty winced slightly at the crushing hug, but happily returned it.

"Miss me, birthday girl?"

Cuteness follows. )

[OOC: Preplayed with [ profile] oatmanspatient and okay for broadcast. No interruption possible, but let the peanut gallery begin. And now, I am offline until tomorrow.]


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