"You know, from the headache I've gotten, I would say that this has been brewing for at least a day – I probably got it sometime on Friday night."

"Well, that's another reason not to drink so much – you miss the visions!"

"Princess, I think you've got that a bit backwards, if by drinking too much, I'm never going to be sober again!"

"And that makes such a change because…"

"Now I have a reason to get drunk!"

"Ow." Cordy hit her head on the nearest stationary object – it seemed that her head was harder than Tina's shoulder, and backfired somewhat.

"Anyway, I know you were probably looking forward to sitting in the dark, brooding silently now your girl's up 'n' left back home, but you've gotta come out with us now, and we're not taking 'no' for an answer." Angel just sighed and went to get his duster – if he had to go to a bar, he would do it in his own sweet time.

"Oooh! I forgot – our cards are in!" They were cruising around LA trying to find the place, when Cordy suddenly squealed from her place next to Doyle in the back of Angel's car. Tina, sitting directly in front of her gave a start, and the vampire reached over to support her when she looked like she was likely to jump 3 feet in the air at any moment – it wouldn't be good for his driving.

"Sorry, Tina. Here – everyone take some, we can pass them around in the club, and then maybe we'll have some actual business instead of just these stupid visions. And people will know how to reach you in emergencies and stuff."

At the club, all four paid members of Angel Investigations split up and wandered around, Tina heading for the dance floor, Angel for the bar, and Cordy and Doyle just flittering around.

Cordy began handing out cards to everyone she saw, until Doyle distracted her with a kiss and took them out of her hands. They walked over to the other side of the bar to Angel, and began to talk in normal tones, about who everyone in the place was, and what their problems could be.

Tina wasn't a good actress, but she didn't really have to work at the whole undercover thing – for tonight she was just another girl having a nice night out with a few friends, friends that were scattered all over the place.

"So, anything unusual ever happen here? I've heard a few stories." Angel had decided to try a more subtle approach, and played the newcomer/tourist wanting to know all the best spots. This might be a far cry from the taverns he used to visit regularly when he was as young as he looked, but the same basic things applied – the bartenders knew everything.

That approach worked for all of five minutes, when he wandered off to take out the rubbish, and a blond girl sat down next to him, heavily and with a big sigh.

"Rough day?"

"Rough week."

"Too bad." The blond made some sort of nodding motion, before letting her head drop to the table. Angel stared at her for a moment speaking again.

"Would you like a drink; you look like you could probably use one."

"If that was a pick-up line, it's one of the worst I've ever heard."

"What? Oh. It wasn't. I have a girlfriend … at least, I think I've still got a girlfriend anyway …" Normally, he wouldn't be telling anyone this, but if this was the person he was trying to help, then he had to try.

"Nice. Well, thanks anyway, but no. I only came to talk to Joe, and then I'm out of here, and as he went that way – I should probably follow him. Thank you though."

Angel made a non-committal noise, and watched her go, wondering why he felt so uneasy about the whole thing. Ignoring the next girl to sit next to him, he followed the unnamed blond out side, where he saw the barman (Joe, he presumed) holding her up against him. She was unconscious, and her shirt was ripped down the middle. Angel barely had time to process the thought that there was a demon coming out of the man before throwing something at the man – he wasn't sure what it was.

"He's going to kill again, now. He has to."

"Who are you?"

When it was all over, Angel walked over to the blond. He still didn't know her name.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"So, who are you?"

"Angel. I'm, I'm starting up an investigation team. The rest of the group should be somewhere inside still. For now, I'm more or less a privet inspector."

"Where's your licence? ID?"

"That's the less part."

"I see. I'm Kate."

"Nice to meet you, Kate."

"And you, Angel."

Later that evening, after he had found Tina, broken up a fight between two random guys and Doyle and finally got back to his apartment, he found a message on his machine.

"Angel? I need you. Could you please come here? Now? Please."