Doyle and Angel Talk
Summary: A little more conversation.
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Angel: What do you want Doyle?
Doyle: Just want to take a look at watcha reading.
Angel closed his book.
Doyle: Cause. After finding a picture of your slayer, I'm starting to wonder if you really read at the end of the day.
Angel: And if I don't tell you then what are you going to do?
Doyle: Bug you the rest of the night so you can't look at her or read.
Angel: I read.
Doyle: Uh-huh. So how often do you look at her?
Angel: I... Not often.
Doyle: Right. Can I see the book?
Doyle grabs it from him.
Angel: Doyle. You already know my life story including I fell in love with her. Ok.
Doyle: Hey. Your right, so you won't mind if I take the photo for a few days.?
Angel: Give me the book back.
Doyle: Ok. And thanks for the picture. I'll take good care of it.
Doyle tosses the book back. With the other hand he's holding up the picture of Buffy.
Angel: Doyle you can't have the picture it's the only one... Never mind.
Doyle: What? The only one what?
Angel: It's the only one I have.
Doyle: Well then you could tell me about her or I keep the picture, maybe go show it to some demons.
Angel: No! Just give me the picture and I'll tell you what you want.
Doyle: Thats more like it. So how old is she?
Doyle slid the picture back over to Angel.
Angel picked it up and looked at the picture.
Doyle: Old slayer.
Angel: I met her when she 16.
Doyle: Was she okay with you leaving?
Angel: No. I mean she wasn't begging me to stay but she wasn't jumping up and down.
Doyle: Does she now that your in LA?
Angel: I'm not sure. Her watcher knows. Just in case.
Doyle: What's her number?
Angel: 603-5622. Wait. Why?
Angel: You're not going to call her.
Doyle: Actually yes I am.
Angel: You're not calling her.
Doyle: Yes I am. And you can't stop me.
The phone starts ringing.
Doyle: Hi, my name is Doyle. No nothing happening to Angel.
Cordy comes in.
Doyle is dogging Angel.
Doyle: No Buffy we don't have a demon to kill. No Angel's fine. No... I called cause...
Cordy pounces Doyle. The line went dead.
Doyle: Owe. Cordy. What was that for?
Cordy: Why in the world would you call Buffy? Especially in front of Angel? It's not like we need help with a case. Why?
Doyle: We were talking decided to call.
Angel: Cordy it's fine.
Cordy: It's not fine, now you're going to be all broody and things aren't going to get done and you just got off your last broody mode.
Angel: I did not.
Cordy: I don't want to hear it I'll be in, in the morning. Good-night.
Well Cordy was making her speech Doyle managed to swipe the picture.
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