Title: Drown (8/?)
Author: Nastassia
Rating: R for violence and character deaths
Spoilers: before Pangs and I Will Remember You
Feedback: Don't make me beg!
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Disclaimer: Doyle, Cordelia, Angel et all belong to Joss. 
Summary: That would completely spoil it. Let's just say it's Cordelia/Doyle.

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Drown (8/?)
by Nastassia
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Doyle sat alone in Angel's darkened apartment. After Angel, Oz, 
and Giles took off after Xander, the three women had enough sense 
to make themselves scarce. Company was the last thing Doyle wanted.

He had lost count of the amount of alcohol in his body hours ago. 
Doyle was working through a bottle of scotch probably worth a fortune 
without tasting it. All he could think of what the look on Cordelia's 
face after tasting scotch for the first time. When she finally stopped 
coughing and after several dozen death threats directed towards 
her coworker, Cordelia had wondered aloud how Doyle could be so 
fond of something that tasted like a sick bastardization of mouthwash and urine.

With a strangled sob, Doyle flung the bottle across the room. The 
succeeding crash was far too loud to be one bottle, and for a brief 
second, Doyle wondered which one of Angel's priceless antiques he 
had crushed. Then the half-demon remembered that he really didn't give a shit.

"Now, is that any way to behave?"

Doyle froze, wondering if he had finally died of alcohol poisoning 
and had actually made it to heaven, or if this was just another 
hell his mind had created to torment him. "Who's there?" he demanded.

"You tell me." With those words, the achingly familiar figure detached 
herself from the shadows. She smiled, and Doyle nearly wept. 

"Cordelia."

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End Part (8/?)