[Bethan doesn't like to admit she cares about anything. She really, really doesn't like to admit when she wants company. But if there's anyone she can trust - has to trust, considering everything she's shared with her - it's Angela. And Thanksgiving was a bastard. Her birthday was worse. Trying to get through Christmas alone too doesn't bear thinking about.]
[Hence, on Christmas Eve, she shows up at the door of Angela's apartment, a plastic bag in one hand, and knocks.]
[Inside the bag, wrapped in plain brown paper, are two presents: a sculpture she's made from scrap metal over the months she's been messing around in the junkyard, and a bottle of cheap absinthe. She's not at all sure they're suitable presents, especially the sculpture (a dragon made largely out of pieces of drive chain and solder), but they're not really the point. The point is that, if Angela doesn't want to hang out, she can just say she was here to drop them off, and save a tiny bit of face.]
Action | December 24
[Hence, on Christmas Eve, she shows up at the door of Angela's apartment, a plastic bag in one hand, and knocks.]
[Inside the bag, wrapped in plain brown paper, are two presents: a sculpture she's made from scrap metal over the months she's been messing around in the junkyard, and a bottle of cheap absinthe. She's not at all sure they're suitable presents, especially the sculpture (a dragon made largely out of pieces of drive chain and solder), but they're not really the point. The point is that, if Angela doesn't want to hang out, she can just say she was here to drop them off, and save a tiny bit of face.]