"Fabulous," Angelus pulls a flyer out of his coat pocket and hands it to Lindsey. "Bel and I are working on a little club. Wanna help us play Evil Idol?"
"Excellent," Angelus moved over to one of the desk chairs. He turned it around so he could slump into it, his long legs stretched out in front of him. "Then let's call this meeting to order."
[OOC: Just gonna zing left so we can get all the characters on the same conversation]
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Date: 2005-09-13 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-13 12:50 am (UTC)Y'know, sounds like my kinda club.
*looks up at Cole and mouths "Bel?"*
Yeah, sounds good.
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Date: 2005-09-13 12:53 am (UTC)[OOC: Just gonna zing left so we can get all the characters on the same conversation]