Angel Carlisle walked into the Vincent Van Go Go, smiling at Micky as he and the other Monkees played on the stage. She slid into one of the booths on the far side of the discotech. A waitress approched her. The waitressed long red hair was tied back in a pony tail, she wore a short blue skirt and a white tank top.
She smiled at Angel, tapping her pen against her pad of paper, "What'll it be." Angel shook her head, "Nothing. I'm just want listen to the band." The waitress turned to look at the band, her eyes focusing on the tall, dark haired guitar player, "Yeah, they're good. Do you come here to listen to them often?"
"As much as I can. I've been pretty busy lately with my new job. But the drummer and I are.... kinda....."
The waitress slide into the seat next to Angel, "Oh, you're Angel! Micky's told me about you. I'm Layla, Mike's.... friend....." Angel shook Layla's hand, "It's nice to meet you. How long have you and Mike been together?"
Layla stared at Mike, who winked at her, "We've been friends for about eight years. We just started being more than that about two weeks ago." Angel nodded, "I've been in Los Angeles for the last two weeks." 'What do you do?"
Angel held her camera, "I'm a photographer for Rolling Stone." Layla smiled, "Groovy. I'm.... well.... A waitress." The band took a break, and Micky ran over to Angel. He kissed her excitedly, "Hey Angel, long time no see." Mike slowly walked over to the booth, he sat next to Layla, he grabbed her hand underneath the table.
"So you finally got a girlfriend, Mike?" Mike blushed a deep crimson, he hadn't told Peter and Davy about Layla and him yet. Mike shook his head, "Not really, we're just friends." Layla turned to Mike, an angry look on her face, "Michael," she hissed. Davy laughed, "Come on Mike, quit with it. We all know you an' Layla are totally crackers for each other."
Mike broke into a huge grin, "Okay, then you won't mind if I do this....." He pulled Layla into his arms, pushed her down on the seat in the booth. "MIKE!" She cried alarmed, only to be silenced with kisses from her lover. Micky turned to Angel, jokingly asking, "Can we do that sometime?" Angel threw in a coy smile, "Maybe."
Peter turned to Davy, shaking his head, "I myself am deeply jealous."

Meanwhile, in the world outside of FicWorld, Mina-Clare Moseley hits her head against her desk. She is having problems writing Past Relived. She hopes this will fill the gap.

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