*he was super comfortable and cozy -- that perfect place between perfect sleep and perfect morning -- and wanted to lie around in bed forever* * happily, he drifts awake, slowly, sighing contently when the body pressed next to him snuggles up closer, arm resting over his middle and head pillowed on his chest, and...*

*eyes fly open* *slowly, he lets his head fall to the side and realises who's actually snuggled up to him (naked at that!)* *softly* Angel mine? *oh man, oh man, this is...god, she feels good*

*wednesdays are his nights off, so he's taken the opportunity to head out to the Brown's hotel to track down Angelina; his conversation with Leanne last night's been on his mind all day*

*when there, he's directed towards Angelina's room, and knocks, determined to get to the bottom of this*

Who: Lee and Leanne
What: A discussion about Angie
Where: Lee's flat
When: June 26
Why: Because they love her.

( How's she been acting odd with you? )

*he's completely lost in the music -- he'd been a lot more focused lately; part of him wonders if it's because without Angie around, it's quieter and easier to concentrate or whether he's trying to fill something he didn't or didn't want to accept needed filling*

*at one point, he looks up to watch the dancers on the floor when he spots her* *at first, he's not sure it is her, but when she's given a happy welcome with hugs at the door, he knows it's her*

*smiles, hoping to catch her eye*

*he pads down the hall from his bedroom to the kitchen, his pj bottoms riding low on his hips* *he walks by the hall clock, showing barely 8 o'clock, and vaguely wonders how he can wake so early when his day job's essentially a night job* *the thought makes him yawn, and he rubs his face to help wake himself up*

*in the kitchen, he pulls out the coffee decanter, starts some coffee -- decaf, natch -- and rummages for some breakfast; to most people, a weekend breakfast consists of crepes or eggs or bacon or all that kind of foods he loved but gave up a few years ago* *instead, he pulls out some granola and yogurt, and nods approvingly when he scores the last banana*

*once the coffee finishes percolating, he pours himself a cup, then leans on the counter*

*he smiles when she walks up behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest as she places a kiss on the round of his shoulder* *he feels her skin on his back; looks over his shoulder at her, noting she'd decided to not get dressed yet, thank god*

*when she tugs him back towards his bedroom, he thinks he really fucking loves his job*

To: George Weasley
From: Lee Jordan

George of the Jungle,

Happy Birthday, mate. We should grab dinner or something sometime.

Lee

P.S. I hope you like purple.

~~~~~

To: Fred Weasley
From: Lee Jordan

Fred-Meister,

Happy Birthday. If you ever want to grab some food together sometime, let me know.

Lee

P.S. Hope you like stripes.

*they'd been avoiding each other pretty much like the plague lately, and he wasn't exactly sure why that was, except it drove him absolutely crazy to see her being mauled by strange men every night* *mostly, he hates this thing that's hanging between them, and decides to try and fix things a bit*

*shows up at her door, carrying bags full of take away curry*

To: Angelina Johnson
From: Lee Jordan

I'm still not speaking to you.

(I'm sticking my tongue out at you, too. So, nyah.)

~Lee

Who: Lee and Terence
What: Neo vs. Agent Smith
When: October 28

( MR ANDERSON. )

Who: Lee and Alicia
What: Seamus' birthday party
When: October 28

( Sounded like it was the grabby bit you didn't like too much. )

*he's taking a short break from spinning -- there's a whole set pre-programmed, so the dancing won't stop -- and decides to take a whirl by the bar, because clearly, he can't pass up free alcohol*

*as he threads himself through the crowd of people, he sees him -- he has to squint to even make sure, because christ, it's uncanny, but yes -- it looks like him*

*approaches, raising his fake gun* *with slow, deep and low diction* MR ANDERSON.

*spots Alicia across the room, and with a grin, approaches her dramatically, pointing a very fake looking gun* *very slow, exaggerated deep voice* Miss Spinnet. Never send a human to do a machine's job

*smirks and laughs at himself* I've been doing that to people all night. It's been brilliant. *looks down at his Agent Smith costume*

*he'd spent the day at the market, picking up ingredients for the dinner he was planning for Angie -- he wanted everything to be nice since it's her birthday, and the whole being unemployed bit -- and then spent the early part of the evening making said dinner (he even made her a chicken dish to compliment all the vegetarian ones -- no tofu in sight)*

*the flat's very organised and tidy, if somewhat on the smallish side; still, he liked the location near the club and it suited his needs well* *he's jus finishing up the last touches on the fry up, and checks the rice*

*he'd been on the the telephone all day with the shipping company to make sure all his belongings would arrive in one piece (yet alone arrive at all -- at this point, he wondered if he'd ever see his turntable again), so he was entirely ready to spend some down time with Angelina; of course, he'd relax even more if he had a job, but one problem at a time*

*walks in to the pub, and scans the room for Angie; he grins when he sees her already sitting at a table, with some pints* *heads over* Angie! Woman of my dreams! *fondly, drops a kiss to her cheek* You look ravishing. Tell me you're available. I'll duel whoever I have to for you.

*he'd been flat hunting all morning, and he'd happily found one just minutes ago -- he'd be able to move in by the end of the week, thankfully (especially since his Mum's already driving him nutters)* *content to have that elephant off his back, he decides to head over to St. Mungo's; he's not sure if it's even visitor's hours or not, but fuck 'em -- he's going anyway*

*at the hospital, he stops off in the little gift shop, wincing and making faces at the stock they carried -- tacky was definitely a word much more generous than he really wanted to use -- but he found a few t-shirts he could work with, and by work with, he meant get rid of the tacky kittens and puppies and replace with something awesome* *with a wave of his wand, he redesigns the t-shirts to read: "Digitally Remastered", "Eager Beaver", and (his personal favourite) "I'm lost, I've gone to look for myself, so if I get back before I return, Please ask me to wait."*

*heads off to ward 49, and is pointed towards Katie's room* *with a grin, knocks on her door and pokes his head inside the room* Oi. I heard there was this sexy redhead lounging about over here. Thought, I'd come by and check her out.