wax museums and cute goths
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xp_logsThe log that determines just how strange Clarice's taste can be sometimes. With laughtrack provided by Angelo.
Clarice wandered around Madame Tusseau's, catching up to Angelo at the Beatles display. "Hey," she said, looking at the wax figures, "These're pretty cool."
Angelo glanced round on hearing her voice. "Hey, Clarice. Yeah, they've done really good work on a lot of these."
"Yeah," she looked around the alcove, "So where's your goth half?"
Angelo blinked, confused. "Huh?"
"Well, you and Jono were holding hands at the pub the other night," she explained, suddenly wondering if she was remembering that night correctly. She hadn't gotten completely smashed, but she hadn't been the most sober person either, "So I thought you two were like...together. And since Paige didn't care, I figured it was a Good Thing."
Angelo continued to look confused for a moment, then laughed. "Oh! I get what you mean - it wasn't that. I was just doin' Jono a favor."
She looked at him askance, hair in her face, "By holding his hand?" The doubt was almost tangible.
Angelo looked at her, amused. "By lettin' him hold my wrist", he corrected. "Look - since his manifestation, Jono can't smoke anymore, or drink either, an' he misses it. So I was
just... sharin'."
She pondered that for a moment, "So you two aren't, like, dating?"
"No, we're not datin'", he told her with a grin. "He just picks up impressions better with contact, is all."
"Damn, you two would have been so cute too," she grinned melodramatically, one hand pressed to her forehead, "but alas, it was not to be!"
Angelo choked. "Us? Cute? Clarice..." He shook his head, laughing.
"What?" she asked, confused, "Why not?"
He forced himself to stop laughing. "I don't think Jono does cute", he said, almost seriously.
"Sure he does!" she insisted, "The tight jeans...he's a teddy bear."
"A teddy bear", Angelo repeated, struggling not to start laughing again. "Right. Of course he is."
Clarice rolled her eyes, muttering, "Boys. What do you know?"
Clarice wandered around Madame Tusseau's, catching up to Angelo at the Beatles display. "Hey," she said, looking at the wax figures, "These're pretty cool."
Angelo glanced round on hearing her voice. "Hey, Clarice. Yeah, they've done really good work on a lot of these."
"Yeah," she looked around the alcove, "So where's your goth half?"
Angelo blinked, confused. "Huh?"
"Well, you and Jono were holding hands at the pub the other night," she explained, suddenly wondering if she was remembering that night correctly. She hadn't gotten completely smashed, but she hadn't been the most sober person either, "So I thought you two were like...together. And since Paige didn't care, I figured it was a Good Thing."
Angelo continued to look confused for a moment, then laughed. "Oh! I get what you mean - it wasn't that. I was just doin' Jono a favor."
She looked at him askance, hair in her face, "By holding his hand?" The doubt was almost tangible.
Angelo looked at her, amused. "By lettin' him hold my wrist", he corrected. "Look - since his manifestation, Jono can't smoke anymore, or drink either, an' he misses it. So I was
just... sharin'."
She pondered that for a moment, "So you two aren't, like, dating?"
"No, we're not datin'", he told her with a grin. "He just picks up impressions better with contact, is all."
"Damn, you two would have been so cute too," she grinned melodramatically, one hand pressed to her forehead, "but alas, it was not to be!"
Angelo choked. "Us? Cute? Clarice..." He shook his head, laughing.
"What?" she asked, confused, "Why not?"
He forced himself to stop laughing. "I don't think Jono does cute", he said, almost seriously.
"Sure he does!" she insisted, "The tight jeans...he's a teddy bear."
"A teddy bear", Angelo repeated, struggling not to start laughing again. "Right. Of course he is."
Clarice rolled her eyes, muttering, "Boys. What do you know?"
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Date: 2004-03-17 02:02 pm (UTC)We must do that log. *grins*
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Date: 2004-03-17 02:18 pm (UTC)Re: A suggestion.
Date: 2004-03-17 03:46 pm (UTC)Re: A suggestion.
Date: 2004-03-17 04:10 pm (UTC)Re: A suggestion.
Date: 2004-03-17 05:03 pm (UTC)Re: A suggestion.
Date: 2004-03-17 05:27 pm (UTC)(this log made me laugh for an obnoxious amount of time. as in, I'm still laughing. right now)