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//Kicking my feet and sobbing bcs I've headcanon'd that Angie doesn't know she plays Dale's old guitar practically every night, her mother got it from him as a Sister Destroyer groupie in the mid 60s, he even signed the back of it for her before she found out she was pregnant 🙃

-her mind, '𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺...' Finally what? It didn't answer her. "Oh, thanks, it's- I mean it's old, older than me, but it gets the job done. You play?" Slowly, the blonde pulls herself up off the ground, guitar case held upright for Lee to put it back when she felt like it.

So preoccupied with trying to bend down as quickly as possible without ripping her fishnets open, Angelica hadn't looked up at the other woman properly- Until she spoke. The panic seemed to subside for a moment, electric blue eyes glued to her. A familiar voice at the back of -

Another year, another reason to drink until she can't see the shadow that follows her everywhere. Maybe this year will be the one... 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

- but to lug her gear home on the bus. Real rockstar... "SHIT!" The clatter of the guitar case popping open, sending her old Les Paul to the ground at the other's feet, had her scrambling in an instant. "Fuck, I'm sorry, stupid shitty case! It didn't get you, did it?"

If only she happened to say that out loud, maybe the blonde wouldn't have felt like such an idiot- Standing under the bus shelter in her fishnets and leathers, guitar case gripped in one hand and an amp sat at her feet. Post-gig and no car to speak of, Angelica had no choice -

Her most despised part of work- The early shift. When everyone else is also going to work early, in a mood, and she gets barked at to pour cheap cups of coffee behind the register. At least it leaves her evening free for the gig... If anyone turns up this time.

//Thinking again about Angie and Lee having been friends as kids until Angie moved away, and reconnecting when she comes back looking for her father 🧍‍♀️

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//Can I just yap for a sec about Angie looking more and more like Dale (pre-surgery) and she doesn't realise it

If she has to hear one more Christmas song, she might just lose it in the snack aisle. Don't work retail during the holidays, it's destroying her.

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Something she truly missed once moving away as a child, the long strolls in the middle of nothing but trees. Not something Manhattan had much of. Even if she was convinced she could see a shadowy figure moving, 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈, just behind the treeline...

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵. Too quiet, it wasn't like anyone really came in much during the day, let alone at night. At least it meant she could keep her headphones on and smoke out the back as much as she liked, assumed she was alone.