Email to Marie-Ange
Mar. 18th, 2007 10:37 amTo: [angie]
From: [amanda]
What the hell are you doing leaving bits of clothing in Forge's car? Have you gone stark staring bonkers? The Mountie I could get - he's all good looking and charming and the rest. But Forge? Nice bloke and all, but so... so... Forge. I swear, I'm having you checked out for mind-control. Or I would if it wasn't the day after St. Pat's and waking Bets up at any point today is more than my life is worth.
Forge?!
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From: [amanda]
What the hell are you doing leaving bits of clothing in Forge's car? Have you gone stark staring bonkers? The Mountie I could get - he's all good looking and charming and the rest. But Forge? Nice bloke and all, but so... so... Forge. I swear, I'm having you checked out for mind-control. Or I would if it wasn't the day after St. Pat's and waking Bets up at any point today is more than my life is worth.
Forge?!
A.
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Date: 2007-03-18 05:01 pm (UTC)From: (Angie)
He asked me out, and as I had nothing really pressing, I accepted. And it was actually rather a lot of fun. Forge has grown up quite a bit - he went to the trouble to find out about jazz so that he could talk about it. (And then was not all too upset to find out that I know very little about it, and just like it.)
And as it turns out, he is a suprisingly good dancer. We went swing dancing.