Disclamer: Still don't own.
One Hour Later
Doyle sat drinking his burbon waiting, drunk as could be, for Angel to find him. IWhat taking so long/I, he thought. After four more drinks he could do nothing more than raise his hand for more. He didn't even notice when...
Angel and Wesley walked into the bar. "If he's here we never make a list again." They walked up to the bartender and showed her a picture of Doyle. She pointed to a young man at a table filled with empty glasses and bottles.
"Doyle." He lifted his head as Angel and Wes made their way over to him.
"Angle?" Wesley gave a small laugh.
"I know you've been drinking, but how? It's Angel, like heaven? Halos? Is it really that hard to say?"
"Angel I think there are more important thing to figure out then why he can't say your name."
"Yeah, I guess." Angel paid Doyles bill and they took him back to the hotel.
He felt the cool air hit his face as Angel and Wes carried him out of the bar. He opened his eyes to see the same black convertibal Angel had when.. When he was still part human. Doyle closed his eyes and fell back into darkness.
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