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[as_damaged]

❝You've reached Allison Cameron, please leave a message.❞

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[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]

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another glass of whisky, but it still don't kill the pain;

[thenormalsquint]

He said he'd help me. I'm not sure how, but he threw out some wine I had.

[In front of her too. Not like she didn't want to argue about it (she wasn't going to drink it, she could use it for cooking, he could drink it, it's a waste of money to throw it out...), but Angela chose not to. So many defenses and excuses she could have made, but she held her ground and watched Cinna pour the Cabernet down the drain. Maybe that meant something, maybe it didn't. Angela feels it did. She chose to not argue for the thing she became dependent on. She chose to grow up and be self-reliant again. Well, as self-reliant as she could be with somebody keeping her company so she didn't fall off the wagon.]

another glass of whisky, but it still don't kill the pain;

[as_damaged]

It's a step in the right direction.

[She pauses, thinks for a moment, her lips pursed. She'd have to clean up a bit, have to disturb her universe and open the door to see what had been left behind, but--]

Would you like to stay with me a while?

[A while being a term of negotiable length; permanence is a little more delicate, especially with the luck they've both had as far as roommates go.]

another glass of whisky, but it still don't kill the pain;

[thenormalsquint]

[That's a very unexpected query that leaves Angela blinking in surprise. There are pros and cons to accepting Cameron's offer, but in short, the pros do reign supreme. It doesn't have to be an everyday thing, Cinna gets a breather from Angela every so often, both women keep their respective places, Angela knows how to pick up after herself and stay out of the way, and both of them ease the pain of loneliness just enough to make it bearable, and Angela finds another source of support. What's not to like?]

I'd like that. [Angela nods, a soft smile spreading on her face.] On some days, if you don't mind. I'll call and give you a head's up when I'll be coming over?

[Because having sex in Cameron's apartment seems disrespectful, even for Angela, the woman who has sex anywhere there's a stable surface.]

another glass of whisky, but it still don't kill the pain;

[as_damaged]

[Having someone having sex in her apartment does seem a little odd, though Cameron hardly has room to talk. Still, she'd appreciate the discretion. She smiles, covering a slight uncertainty; at least if Angela's with her, Angela won't be drinking herself into oblivion. And at least she won't stay out all night in some cafe to stave off the ticking. It's advantageous all around.]

It's a deal.