Lost
Summary: Doyle, Angel, and Cordelia go on a trip and get lost. Just like the title says basically :D this is a 128 word drabble
Note: this was written for a land challenge over on Livejournal and I figured I'd post it here. Not betaed. (I wrote 99 other drabbles for said challenge, all of them featuring Doyle. I'm thinking of only posting the well written ones, as there are some that are just too horrible.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel, Cordelia, or Doyle, and I don't intend to make any money from writing this.
"We're not lost."
Cordelia huffed, crossed her arms over her chest, and started tapping her foot impatiently on the ground.
"I think you got turned around here," Angel said, pointing at the map.
Doyle shuffled away from Angel, hunched over the map. "And what do you know, Mr. I've Never Left My Basement Sanctuary Unless I'm Going to Sunnydale?"
Angel blinked at Doyle's outburst. "I've traveled around to places besides Sunnydale."
Doyle studied the map. "I can do this."
"Just admit it, we're lost!"
"Not lost, princess, just…we're exploring."
"You have a funny way of exploring, you know that, right?" Cordelia narrowed her eyes. "Here I was, expecting a nice trip to Washington, maybe see Seattle for the first time, and we're lost in Oregon. Surrounded by trees."