Bbrriiinnggg! The sound of the phone woke Giles. After stumbling down the stairs and tripping into the kitchen, he sees Angel, standing in his kitchen, talking on his phone.
"Yes. I see. …I'll tell everyone what you saw. Thanks. …Oh. And get some rest. I know how much these things take a toll on you. … … …I know. I know. I'll be safe. You too. Bye." Angel hangs up the phone and turns around to face Giles. "Sorry. I didn't think you were up. That was Cordy. She had a vision. We need to call Buffy."
Angel picks the phone back up and begins to dial her number before Giles has had the time to process the information. First coffee. Then thinking. Giles walks to the coffee pot and starts the machine. He retrieves a mug from the cupboard, then he stops when he hears Angel speaking.
"Buffy. It's Angel."
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"I know. And I'm sorry. But it's important. Cordy had a vision."
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"No. Not usually. I think you need to get over here quickly."
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"Should I call the others?"
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Angel hung up his end of the line and walked back into the living room, leaving Giles standing alone in the kitchen.
"Angel. Do you drink coffee?" It's only polite to ask. Though Vampires usually drink blood. But Spike eats all sorts of things, so maybe Angel does too.
"I didn't know you did. But sure. I'll take some."
"Just because I'm British doesn't mean I only drink tea. Besides. Buffy got me addicted. But, if were sticking with clichés, don't vampires drink blood, not coffee."
"I didn't mean anything by it. And vampires can drink other things too you know." And let the fun begin.
