Who: Doyle and Cordelia
What: Out to dinner
When: Dinner time ...
Where: Wouldn't you like to know?
Boy, he was nervous, not to mention way out of his league. He kept rationalizing that he and Cordelia had spent lots of alone time together. Tonight they just happened to be going out to dinner. No big deal, right?
Wrong. This was a date, and he'd known from the start that he wouldn't be able to afford the kind of place Cordy deserved to be taken to. Not on
his salary ( which by the way right now was nothing ). He didn't feel she should have to settle either, but there was no way he'd be able to swing that kind of money, and his old acquaintences in town weren't exactly in to the whole fine wining and dining scene. He owed most of them anyway. And Angel ... well, it really didn't seem like a good time to ask for a handout. Doyle was just grateful he had a rent-free place to stay for the time being.
Oh man, Angel. Truth is he didn't think his being here had helped the boss at all. It was heartbreaking, really, to see the one he looked up to struggling with his own humanity ( or lack thereof ). Even more heartbreaking still to know that he might not be around to see Angel regain control of his life and come to the realization that he
was a team player after all ( and he truly believed that would happen ... someday ).
But enough of the doom and gloom! He was taking the night off - at least a couple of hours, anyway. Surely nothin' would happen to the big guy until he got back. Keeping Angel on too tight a leash wasn't doing him any favors, although giving him too much space could end in disaster. Doyle just wished he knew how to fix this - how to make it better. It was killin' the two people he cared about most in this world, and he was beginning to think there was nothin' he could do about it. This bouncin' back and forth, sneaking progress reports to the estranged party, it wasn't right. They weren't ever gonna accomplish anything if he kept volunteering to be the middle man.
Nothin' like a nice, positive note to kick things off with, yeah? Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury of being quite as carefree as he once was. Didn't mean he couldn't still try to be that guy.
He'd dipped into a flower shop on the way over intending to pick out the most beautiful batch of roses he could find and purchase them proudly, but ended up walkin' out of there with a mixed bouquet instead that was a little smaller than he would've liked. Maybe if he played his cards right, she'd agree to a second date. Next time he'd know to save up a little extra cash first so he could
really impress her. For now, she'd have to make do with a mediocre halfbreed in a tacky tie with a gift that didn't exactly scream 'you're everything to me.' He was kinda embarrassed, actually. Compared to the other guys Cordelia had been with in the past, what could he offer her that she didn't already have? He'd risk his life for her any ole' day of the week, and that wasn't gonna change whether she humored him by pretending to be interested or not. But what if she was really serious about this, and he blew her off? He'd be a complete idiot to pass up what could very well be a once in a lifetime opportunity. He'd only been wishin' and hopin' for this moment ever since they'd first met.
... So here he was, standing outside Cordy's apartment fidgetin' around like he had ants in his pants, too afraid to knock on the door. How was it possible that Cordelia, the woman of his dreams, could reduce him to such a fumbling, bumbling, unrecognizable mess? She wanted this just as much as he did - and even if nothin' else came out of it, he knew she could use a sympathetic shoulder to cry on ( or a lass willin' to let her yack his ears off about her current troubles ).
More anxious to get this show on the road than ever ( and wantin' to get this evening started before he chickened out ), he balled his hand into a loose fist and finally knocked.
Here goes nothin.'