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Summary: Continuing MF{otDotPAMS} Buffy and Willow meet Angel's friends{Yes Leni, there is a Doyle:P}

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            Angel opened the door. Buffy and Willow noticed several things at once. First was the drunken Irishman sleeping on the couch, second was the very frazzled Englishman trying to stop the African-American guy who was currently juggling a ancient looking vase. Third was the brunette wearing leather pants hanging out a window, and last was the brunette in a expensive looking knock-off Gucci who was complaining about anything and everything. These were their new neighbors?!?

          "Quiet!" Angel shouted. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"

          " Well Gunn started messing with Wesley's stuff, dropped a vase and some books, Faith is trying to get what was dropped, and Doyle is drunk as hell. All in all nothing out of the usual." Said the whiny brunette.

          "And what did you do Cordelia?"

          "Moi? Why I supervised."

          "Mm-Hmm." Angel said, " Now that I've got the recap of what happened I'll move to the next order of business. This is Buffy and Willow."

          "Hey. I'm Faith. Welcome to the 'Dale."

          " I'm Cordelia Chase. You can call me Cordelia."

          "Good to know." Buffy dryly commented.

          "I'm Gunn, Charles Gunn."

          " It is very nice to meet you, my name is Wesley."

          "You can call him English." Gunn said.

          " No you cannot."

          " Ooooooohhhhh Daaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnny Bbbbboooooyy." The drunk guy on the sofa began singing.

          " And the man singing Danny Boy rather badly is Doyle." Angel explained to the confused newbies.

          "Pleased to [hiccup] meet you." Doyle said, sweeping a bow  although the effect was somewhat marred by falling on his bum.

          " Lovely."