A/N: This doesn't make much sense, but it makes me giggle, so I'm sharing.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.

Harpsichords And Violins

Angela waited until the couple on the other side of the table stopped talking to them before leaning towards Jack. "This is really boring," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I told you it would be." Jack looked amused.

"Ya, but I thought you were exaggerating."

"I think it's some sort of Cantilever Group tradition to hold the most tedious functions on the face of the Earth," he joked, continuing their hushed conversation.

"Aren't you in charge?"

"In theory."

"Then shouldn't you have control over the music at least? I mean, Mozart is great in moderation, but this is too much."

"This is actually Vivaldi," Jack pointed out, laughing.

"It's all the same to me. Harpsichords and violins."

"Vivaldi actually made very little use of keyboards in his works."

"When did you become the music affectionato?"

"I payed attention in school."

Angela snorted with laughter. "That makes one of us." Their conversation was interrupted by a waiter. They both politely declined hors d'heurves. "So you come to a lot of these things?" she asked when they were as alone as they could be in the crowded banquet hall.

"By force, ya."

"I never took you for the type who could stand something like this."

"Growing up who I am, I learned to deal with the stiff and snobby."

"Lucky you," Angela said sarcastically, taking a drink from her long stemmed wine glass. "How long is this going to go on for?"

"I've seen these guys talk until midnight or so."

"Oh, God."

"But," Jack added, "I've already made my rounds, talked to some hotshots, added my two cents worth. We could get away a little early."

Angela matched his grin. "I'm all for that. I was starting to worry the thong underwear would be wasted."

"You're wearing a thong?"

"With this dress, would you expect anything else?"

Jack leaned in even closer to Angela. "And what a dress it is." This he whispered in her ear.

"I think this would be a good time to make our exit."

"Well, this is the last time I come with you to one of these things," Angela said when they were waiting at the doors for the valet to reappear.

"You're the one who wanted to come." Jack wore a teasing grin.

"When you brought it up, my brain only factored 'party attendance with boyfriend' into my decision. 'Boring' didn't occur to me."

"You can have a party without rock and roll music and flashing lights."

"Not a good one."

Jack said nothing, but regarded Angela with a strange look on his face. "What?"

"Would it be really corny," he asked, "if I told you how beautiful you look right now, with that smile, and the way the moonlight's hitting your face?"

"Ya, that would be really corny." A faint blush covered her cheeks.

Just then, Jack's car was pulled up in front of them and a valet got out. Jack laid his hand on Angela's back to lead her to the passenger side door.

"It's a good thing I only thought it then, huh?" he joked.

Angela laughed. "Sure."