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[the_lioness]

*Whistling, Alanna exits the staff quarters and takes a seat at the bar. She is apparently in a very good mood.*

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[broodinghero.livejournal.com]

"Hey. You look happy."

Of course Angel himself is pratcially glowing as he sits down next to her.

[the_lioness]

Angel! *She grins* I am happy, thanks. *Alanna leans closer and looks at him carefully.* You seem rather contented, as well.

[broodinghero.livejournal.com]

"Buffy came back...probably why you haven't really seen me around much."

If vampires could blush he'd be blushing. Maybe they can...maybe he is. Eh, who knows. It's the thought that counts...mostly.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna coughs and turns a bit red.*

Did she really? My, that sounds familiar. *She hums*

[broodinghero.livejournal.com]

"So he's back then too? What happened with the whole eleven year old thing?"

Angel shakes his head at her smile, looking away and then looking back at her.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna tilts her head.* You know something? I'm not sure. There was a duel, and I somehow wound up in his parents' house. Peter didn't remember me, but then he did. It's all very confusing, but I don't really care. *Grinning, she launches herself at Angel and gives him a bear hug.* I am very happy for you, my friend.

[broodinghero.livejournal.com]

"As I am happy for you."

Yes here they are, congratulating each other for getting some, a lot.

"Happy is a good thing."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim waves.*

You look cheery.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna waves back.* I am. I've had an interesting couple of days. How are you?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim makes a face.*

I've had an interesting night.... You stop by the office on your way out?

[the_lioness]

*Alanna tilts her head.* No? What's going on? Do we have another turtle and/or ex-turtle locked up again?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim actually blushes.*

Ah...a ... couple... uhm... engaged in sexual activities... right up next to Bar.

[the_lioness]

WHAT? *Alanna looks horrified.* But the bar.. and Bernard... *She recalls some rather riotous noises coming from Bernard's room several nights earlier and blushes.* Not that, you know, he's unfamiliar with such things. Still! Who was it?

[collects_ears]

He walks up behind her, making doubly sure to NOT be stealthy. He knows that anything that is remotely like sneaking up on her will instantly drive a weapon into her hand, and most likely to his throat before she realizes he is friend, not foe. Years and years of knight training will do that to a person. And over the years, this rogue has become quite attached to his head.

So instead, he walks purposefully up to the bar, and leans in toward her.

"Stop me if you've heard this one before.."he drawls, "But a Rogue walks into a tavern..."

[the_lioness]

*Alanna hears someone approaching rather loudly and recognizes the gait. Jon? No... too relaxed. Too lanky. The voice, however, is impossible to mistake. She stiffens, her eyes going wide with shock.*

GEORGE? *Her breath catches.* Oh, gods.

*Completely stunned, she remains frozen. She's torn between giving him a huge hug and running far, far away.

To hide.

Goddess*

[collects_ears]

Grinning ear to ear, he slips the hood back from his head, shaking out his hair. He can't see her face from where he's standing, but he's fairly certain he can guess her expression. In all the years he's known Alanna she has NEVER been good at hiding her surprise at things.

"Hello Lass." he says softly, touching her arm.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna squeaks. Slowly turning around, she stares at George with a strange mixture of apprehension and elation. Not for the first time, she takes one look at his dancing hazel eyes and promptly bursts into tears.*

George... Goddess. I'm so sorry.

[collects_ears]

THIS however is not what he was expecting. Apologies? What on earth has she done that warrants this sort of response?

Not caring how this may look to anyone else in the room, he wraps his arms around her, and hugs her tightly. He is suddenly all the more aware how long their separation has been.

He allows himself to close his eyes for a moment and selfishly savour the smell of her hair, then opens them again.

"What in all the names of the Gods for?" he asks.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna is NOT ready to get into the details yet, so she turns her face into his shoulder and takes a deep, steadying breath.*

For not telling you in person where I've been. I got your letter. *She looks up, her eyes silently pleading with him for understanding.* I'm sorry I didn't contact you directly. You've been too good to me, George. I don't deserve it.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph, still clad in his personalized burgandy smoking jacket and bunny slippers^#, nods a greeting in her direction*





^# there are pants and a t-shirt involved too, you sicko.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna admires his smoking jacket, but pales at the sight of his footwear. Concerned for his mental state, she wanders over.*

Why are you wearing rabbit carcasses on your feet?

[mnt_raph]

Carcasses? What?
OH the slippers. They were a joke gift. And they're wicked comfy.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna eyes them suspiciously.*

If you say so, Raph. They are kind of cute. *Bending down, she examines the slippers more closely. Relieved that they are obviously fake, she pats one and stands up.*

So what's this I hear about you and trouble with Bernard?

[mnt_raph]

*Where there should be an audible groan at the topic of Bernard, there is just a sly smile*

Meh, got busted 'cause he had a wild hair...but thing've calmed down a bit.

[the_lioness]

A what? *Alanna frowns. She places both hands on her hips and looks vaguely like an older sister scolding her badly behaved sibling. * What did you do, Raph?