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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony is busy tapping a pen against the top of a booth. If it's annoying you, tell him to stop.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela comes over and slides into the booth across from him. "Hi, Tony."

She's finished her fries and milkshake. She's getting tired again, even though she'd slept most of today away.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Hey," he says, looking up from his notebook. The annoying pen tapping stops abruptly. "You look tired."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"I am, a little. I don't know why, I slept till about three hours ago." She fiddles with the pen of her data pad.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony frowns.

Yup. Definitely depression.

"I'd offer you some coffee if it weren't so late in the day."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

She shrugs. "I'll just go back to bed in a little while. How are you and Michelle doing?"

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"We're good. Trying to figure out what kind of birthday present we want to give your grandfather."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Oh...when's his birthday?"

She never celebrated it, of course, because...well, generally you don't celebrate the birthday of someone who's supposed to be dead.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Tomorrow."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Wow. I wish I'd known about it."

Maybe...maybe she can write something for him. It's a thought.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"What, your parents didn't tell you about it?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Well, no. He was supposed to be dead." Angela shrugs. "And I think they've both had other things on their minds the past few days."

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

He nods. "Yeah. Ah, how are you holding up?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"I'm ok, I guess. I don't know what to do with myself, you know?"

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle sits across from him, "It's too bad we can't give him hockey tickets, isn't it?"

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

He laughs. "We could always put on a game for him outside."

[chelleuncurled]

She laughs, "So you think he'd enjoy some comedy?"

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Slapstick comedy, yeah."

[chelleuncurled]

"With slapshots," Michelle is not afraid of puns. "Do you think it's cold enough outside?"

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Might take a while for the lake to freeze over completely. And I'm sure Jack doesn't want to see us reinact that scene from, ah, The Good Son."

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle blinks, somehow she missed that cinematic masterpiece.

"It could be one of those gifts that will happen in the future. An IOU type."

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Why don't we just get him a, ah, a Milliways Gift Card or something?"

[chelleuncurled]

She shakes her head a little, "What kind of gift is that?"

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Takes a load off his tab."

[chelleuncurled]

"So your idea for a gift is...paying his bills?"

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Who wouldn't like having their bills paid for them?"