Silence lingered between the two men. Neither of them said a word but instead just sipped on their drinks. They were probably the only two men in the bar that weren't trying to hook up with anyone but that could wait. Right now there were more important things to be discussed.
"I don't know Damon," the older looking man said finally breaking the silence.
"I'm going to bring her back Alaric," Damon replied simply as he kept his blue eyes on his drink.
"How do you even know this will work?" Alaric questioned, "How do you know you can even trust these people?"
Damon rolled his eyes, "Lets just say I have friends in high places," Damon paused as his face scrunched up, "more like low places."
"Damon –"
"Alaric," Damon interrupted, "I have all my little ducks in a row but you. You're my friend right?"
Alaric sighed as he ran a hand over his face, "You know I am. I've said it more than a hundred times. I just didn't know you would start believing that in a time like this."
"Well I need you now," Damon replied with a shrug before downing the rest of his drink. He moved to get up while throwing a few bills on the bar.
"Oh by the way," Damon continued as he allowed his hand to rest on Alaric's shoulder, "betray me and I'll kill you." Damon's eyes met with Alaric's before he turned around and left the bar.
Alaric stayed at the bar and ordered another drink knowing he would need it. With a sigh he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his face. With a shaky conscious he dialed a phone number and held his cell up to his ear.
"Uh, Angel Investigations."
"Hey," Alaric said while closing his eyes, "It's Alaric."
"What did I tell you about answering the phone?"
"I can handle the phone Cordy."
"Yeah right."
Alaric took in a breath. Hearing these two argue was the last thing he needed right now.
"It's Alaric."
"Thank you," Cordelia replied sarcastically, "Alaric hi. Sorry about Doyle."
"No problem – "
"Angel isn't here," Cordelia said interrupting up, "Doyle had one of those mind splitting headache vision things. I'm happy to take a message though."
Alaric covered his face with one of his hands. This whole ordeal was starting to give him a headache of his own, "Damon's going to bring her back. Two nights from now Damon is going to bring her back."
"Bring who back?" Cordelia replied her voice filled with concern.
"Angel will know," Alaric replied before hanging up. He might as well sign his death certificate now.