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[ She sits down next to him, rather needing a drink herself. ]

Hi.

[ He lifted the shot of whiskey up throwing in back and sitting in back down, the bar tender seemed to already know he'd want more. Filling his glass back up he looked to Cordy waiting for her to order.

DOyle waited a moment or so before speaking.]

Just leave the bottle. Gonna be needing it. [ He didn't look to Cordy just repeated her greeting.] Hi.

Did... something happen?

[ She'd never thought it would be like this, getting someone back from the dead. Wasn't that something you were supposed to be happy about?

But instead everything was just tense and strange, not to mention what it did to the budding romance between her and Angel. She'd finally, finally felt ready to admit to her feelings and now... now there was Doyle. ]

[ It was time to do the normal Doyle thing and push hi problems aside and do dance of normal. Pouring himself another shot he finally glanced up at her then to the bar keeper.] Get the Lady some wine. red or white Cordelia

[ Not princess or Cordy, no just straight up Cordelia.] Nothing's happened that wouldn't happen after years of being dead. Adjusting process as such.

Red, please.

[ Okay, so something had obviously happened. Something that made him want to distance himself from her. ]

And could I get an example?

[ The bartender went off to get her drink as Doyle was holding the shot in his hand again, damn her for being able to read him so well. Her and Angel had him pegged pretty well after just a few months.]

Not really in a sharin' mood right now Cordelia. Why don't you fill me in on what I missed these last couple years.

It's... kind of a lot.

[ She sighs and tucks some hair behind one ear. ]

I'm half demon too now.

[ She's not sure why that fact is the first one to pop out of her mouth but there you have it. ]

I figure that much with the whole bein' with Angel bit...

[ He spoke a bit harshly before her last words really hit him, Cordy was...half demon now? He looked up at her shocked. Yes feel free to smack him. He deserves it.]

I'm not with Angel, but it would be none of your business if I was!

[ She is tempted. So tempted. ]

[ He stood up finishing the shot and laid the money down for the drinks. His new gig was actually paying well so he wasn't struggling as much as he used too. Though he's still hidiously in debt.]

Oh of course it's not. You know what. Just forget it Cordelia. Forget I said anything at all. [ And he started to walk off.]

[ Oh, don't you dare walk off on her, Allen! ]

What is your problem?

[ Oh not the first name, god knows he hates that. But yes he was walking away. Turning to look back at her as he walked.] Oh I don' know maybe bein' told by the Slayer 'bout my two best friends bein' together might be a part of it. Somethin' I think you might have been needin' to tell me.

Ain't no reason Buffy'd lie, so why didn't you both to tell me. [ He threw open the door heading out into the night, but hey. He forgot his jacket sitting on the stool.]

[ So apparently listening wasn't going to be Doyle's forte this evening. She grabbed his jacket and stormed off, rolling it up into a ball that she chucked at his head. ]

You know what's really rotten? That you take Buffy's word over mine ! If me and Angel were together I would have told you! But we're not!

[ Never mind that maybe she wanted to be. That wasn't the point. ]

You know what? Screw you, Doyle.

[ And now she's stomping off too. ]

[ Nothing quite like a leather jacket rolled into a ball to the back of the head. It threw him off balance before he saw what it was picking it up he didn't say anything. Not at all. Nope he was going to be a stubborn male tonight. Storming off in the other direction.]