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Who: Cordelia, Angel, Doyle
Where: Angel Investigations
When: Morning
Status: Complete. Continued here.
Although it was only seven in the morning, Cordelia felt herself awaken simply because of how stiff and sore her muscles were from being curled up in a chair all night. 'Ugh,' she thought, careful not to let the groan escape her lips as her blurred eyes saw that Doyle was still pleasantly sleeping. She unfolded her arms and legs, cracking a few joints along the way. 'Should've made Angel give up his big comfy bed or at least share,' she thought with another inaudible groan. She reached up to wipe her face, feeling some of the leftover make-up from the lawyer adventure wipe off on her hands.
She stood up, feeling every bone ache and stretched her arms up before leaning back to stretch out her stiff back and feeling a few more satisfying pops. Running her fingers through wavy hair, she trudged over to the stairs. Coffee. She so needed coffee. There was no way she was going back to the torture device that was the chair, and she had a feeling both Angel and Doyle might feel a little awkward if she crawled up next to them. Of course, Doyle might not complain, but he so needed undisturbed sleep after what he went through.
She plodded up the stairs, yawning the whole way as bright rays of sun greeted her in Angel's office. "Well, that's really not safe." She squinted as she moved over to the windows and closed the blinds before moving to her well-lit office area. She scratched her thigh as she put a new filter in the coffee pot, poured in some of the crushed coffee beans she had bought, and started a new brew.
Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door. A customer? At this hour? Who the hell needed saving at seven in the morning and in broad daylight? But, when she opened the door, all she saw was a package sitting in front of it. With a very arched brow, she picked it up with some strength as it seemed pretty heavy before setting it on her desk with a clunk. She looked at the label. 'To: Allen Francis Doyle.' No return address? Weird, but whatever.
She heard the coffee brewing behind her and stared down at the package with pursed lips. What could Doyle be getting in the mail? It was heavy, so it was probably something like a weapon or, ew, a dirty magazine subscription. Either way, she couldn't sit there with this unopened thing on her desk all morning, so she took a pair of scissors and started cutting the tape on the sides. They shouldn't have any secrets between each other, right? She totally could open this package if she wanted to and Doyle or Angel could open whatever she got in the mail here. They shared a business together and if a secretary was the one getting packages all the time, then she obviously had a right to open it if it was for the business. Right? And if Doyle wanted to start anything with her, then they should have even less secrets. Right.
When she pulled on the released tape, freeing the sides of the box, she heard a pop and a flash of light filled the room for only a moment. "Uhh, okay, what the hell was that?" She peered into the box to see that it was empty. She rolled her eyes, "Only Doyle would get empty packages delivered." She scoffed slightly and moved over to the coffee and poured herself a cup.
Where: Angel Investigations
When: Morning
Status: Complete. Continued here.
Although it was only seven in the morning, Cordelia felt herself awaken simply because of how stiff and sore her muscles were from being curled up in a chair all night. 'Ugh,' she thought, careful not to let the groan escape her lips as her blurred eyes saw that Doyle was still pleasantly sleeping. She unfolded her arms and legs, cracking a few joints along the way. 'Should've made Angel give up his big comfy bed or at least share,' she thought with another inaudible groan. She reached up to wipe her face, feeling some of the leftover make-up from the lawyer adventure wipe off on her hands.
She stood up, feeling every bone ache and stretched her arms up before leaning back to stretch out her stiff back and feeling a few more satisfying pops. Running her fingers through wavy hair, she trudged over to the stairs. Coffee. She so needed coffee. There was no way she was going back to the torture device that was the chair, and she had a feeling both Angel and Doyle might feel a little awkward if she crawled up next to them. Of course, Doyle might not complain, but he so needed undisturbed sleep after what he went through.
She plodded up the stairs, yawning the whole way as bright rays of sun greeted her in Angel's office. "Well, that's really not safe." She squinted as she moved over to the windows and closed the blinds before moving to her well-lit office area. She scratched her thigh as she put a new filter in the coffee pot, poured in some of the crushed coffee beans she had bought, and started a new brew.
Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door. A customer? At this hour? Who the hell needed saving at seven in the morning and in broad daylight? But, when she opened the door, all she saw was a package sitting in front of it. With a very arched brow, she picked it up with some strength as it seemed pretty heavy before setting it on her desk with a clunk. She looked at the label. 'To: Allen Francis Doyle.' No return address? Weird, but whatever.
She heard the coffee brewing behind her and stared down at the package with pursed lips. What could Doyle be getting in the mail? It was heavy, so it was probably something like a weapon or, ew, a dirty magazine subscription. Either way, she couldn't sit there with this unopened thing on her desk all morning, so she took a pair of scissors and started cutting the tape on the sides. They shouldn't have any secrets between each other, right? She totally could open this package if she wanted to and Doyle or Angel could open whatever she got in the mail here. They shared a business together and if a secretary was the one getting packages all the time, then she obviously had a right to open it if it was for the business. Right? And if Doyle wanted to start anything with her, then they should have even less secrets. Right.
When she pulled on the released tape, freeing the sides of the box, she heard a pop and a flash of light filled the room for only a moment. "Uhh, okay, what the hell was that?" She peered into the box to see that it was empty. She rolled her eyes, "Only Doyle would get empty packages delivered." She scoffed slightly and moved over to the coffee and poured herself a cup.