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Tweak says, "We're here for the Feldman Bar"

Allen Francis Doyle (amidone) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-06-20 01:19:00

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Who: Allen Francis Doyle and Cordelia Chase (And if Wes would like to come back to the apartment at some point, feel free!)
What: Reuniting!
When: Friday night
Where: 306B

Doyle was in a particularly good mood as he walked down the hallway towards his new apartment. Sure, he'd shown up in a strange new place and he wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten there. But, on the other hand, he wasn't dead. That was a fair step up from where he had been just a little while ago. And even better, just before the whole death thing happened, he'd been kissing Cordelia. And that was just another thing to be happy about. She knew about his demon half and didn't seem to mind kissing his human half.

Or, well... Two years ago for her she found out and didn't mind. He knew that things could have changed for her in the last couple of years. And he hoped they did, at least some of them, and for the better. But at least she didn't seem to bitter about getting the brain splitting headaches that came with the visions?

And then a thought hit him. What if she only thought he kissed her before taking that dive into death to pass those on to her? Sure, that was a handy plus, and one that he didn't even know he could do until the moment came along, but that wasn't the reason he'd done it. He'd kissed her because he'd wanted to, and he had wanted to pretty much from the first moment he saw her.

But, he wasn't going to let that ruin his mood. He needed to keep his spirits up, after all. That smile was still on his face as he walked into their apartment. It was too bad that there wasn't any sound around, because if there was he would have called her name to get her attention.

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amidone
2009-06-20 12:59 am UTC (link)

Well, that was handy. The smile only grew when Cordelia threw her arms around him like that, and he wrapped his own around her middle, hugging her back nice and tightly in turn. But after she pulled away and he read her messages, he couldn't help rolling his eyes before snatching the board and marker out of her hands.

Quickly, he scribbled out a message before turning it around to show her, his handwriting still as messy as it used to be. I didn't even know that would happen until I was already kissing you! I wanted to, honest! Chuckling silently, he erased the message once she'd had enough time to read it and scrawled out a new one.

I like the haircut by the way. Looks good on you.

Yeah, Doyle was always the guy that noticed the changes Cordy made.

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_visiongirl
2009-06-20 01:07 am UTC (link)

If sounds could be made, Cordelia would have snorted at his first message. As it was she just rolled her eyes but continued to smile - a sign that she really did believe him but wasn't about to let him off the hook quite that easily. Although, she had to admit, this place had pretty good timing. Had she been brought here earlier - closer to the time of his death - she probably would have felt an urge to slap him. She had been livid when she'd first found out about the visions, after all.

As it was now, Cordelia knew first hand that life was simply too short and too unpredictable to hold a grudge over something that he didn't have much choice about anyway, so she let the subject drop. Which was probably aided by the fact that he not only took notice of her new hairdo but also saw fit to compliment her on it.

With a light touch to her much shorter, blonde-streaked locks, she grinned and took the board from him. Thanks, she wrote out. Shorter is definitely easier to deal with in our line of work. Less chance of getting dust or goo or something else all in it.

Once she'd given him enough time to read the message, she erased it and added in her typically neat, slightly bubbly handwriting, So, are you hungry? Thirsty? I need to make a trip to the store later to stock back up but I'm pretty sure we have a few things around here if you want something? Because hey, for all she knew, coming back from the dead took a lot out of a person.

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amidone
2009-06-20 01:25 am UTC (link)

At the first message, Doyle gave her a nod. He could see where shorter would be handy in their business. Smiling, he even reached out to tug just a touch playfully at a strand hanging down beside her race. Really, he thought it was a good look for her.

But at the second message he perked a brow and took the board back. Either a single malt whiskey or some water'd be nice. Having your flesh burned off really dehydrates a guy.

He went back to that smile again as he turned the board back around to show her once more, still rather smug about getting that Cordy kiss. And, he was still Doyle. He couldn't help himself. After a moment he erased his last message to write a new one.

So was it just me, or was there a distinct lack of you pushing me away when I kissed you? he wrote, brow, one more, perked.

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_visiongirl
2009-06-21 06:47 pm UTC (link)

Whiskey. Of course. Like Cordelia really had some whiskey just lying around on the off chance that Doyle was going to show up. She drank, of course, but she didn't drink near like he did and she certainly didn't keep it in stock in her room.

If you didn't count the bottle of wine she had in the back of her fridge. But that was just for special occasions. And dinners. And after a really bad vision, sometimes. Usually she just stuck with her pain pills following a vision, though. That and an ice pack to her temple.

Returning her thoughts to the here and now, she read his next message and for a split second was torn between being almost insulted and genuinely amused at what he'd written. She ultimately settled for somewhere in the middle - more mock annoyance than anything legitimate - and made a show of rolling her eyes before taking the board from him to write her reply.

No, Doyle, I didn't push you away.

Showing him the short message, she waited until he'd read it before erasing it and writing a new one. With a smirk, she showed him the rest.

Of course, you were supposed to ask me out for dinner and the only reason you got a kiss without my free meal was because you turned all noble and self-sacrificing. Then you totally used it to give me the visions.

Because yes, she believed him when he said he hadn't realized he could do that but that didn't mean she was going to let him live it down anytime, well, ever. With another smirk she handed him the board and walked past him, into the kitchen to retrieve him a bottle of water to drink. She also made sure to grab the errant pill bottle that was on the nearby counter as she went, casually tossing it into the cabinet above the sink and hoping he didn't notice.

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amidone
2009-06-21 09:44 pm UTC (link)

After reading Cordelia's second message, Doyle smiled and took a couple of long gulps of water from the bottle. Once that was done with he set the bottle aside and took the board back to write his own message.

Trust me, Princess. I wanted to. I just didn't think you'd say yes.

Might as well get this big ol' can of worms that he'd opened at the very last moment all cleared up, huh? Besides. He was already aware that even if Cordelia had wanted to back then, two years had gone by for her. She may not want to any more.

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_visiongirl
2009-06-22 12:31 am UTC (link)

Cordelia wasn't easily at a loss for words. She could, in fact, probably count on one hand the number of times that it had happened in any significant way. She couldn't help it. She had a quick wit and a sharp tongue and made using both at the same time into an art. Especially when it came to those she was most comfortable around, and especially Doyle.

So it was somewhat of a shocker when she found herself simply staring at his reply for a few seconds longer than necessary, wholly unable to think of what to say in response. She covered for the uncertainty by taking a prolonged sip of her own bottle of water and erasing his message slowly. Then she finally gave a mental shrug and decided to just do what she always did - say what she was thinking.

Or in this case, write what she was thinking.

A few seconds later and she'd written her response. With an almost challenging expression on her face, she raised it up and turned it so he could read it.

So, are you going to let what you think might happen stop you again or what?

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amidone
2009-06-22 01:23 am UTC (link)

At first, Doyle thought that Cordy was taking just a bit too long trying to decide what to write, and that she was probably trying to think of some way of turning him down even though he hadn't even asked yet. But, then again, she could have just been thirsty.

But when she turned that board around and showed him her latest reply he couldn't help smiling a little more than before. He took the board back from her and erased her message, only to replace it with his own.

Can I take you out to dinner sometime?

Doyle accompanied the reveal of his latest message with a slight smirk and a perked brow. And yes, he was quite aware of the fact that one of the first things he had done after coming back to life was finally asking Cordelia out. He couldn't help it if that was one of the things he'd wanted to do the most the last time he was alive.

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_visiongirl
2009-06-22 07:53 pm UTC (link)

Cordelia grinned and took the board from him, making an exaggerated thinking expression before writing out her response.

Took you long enough. Duh. Of course.

She showed him the board and her smile this time was more sincere. There was a softness in her eyes - a certain sign that she had missed him. And while Cordelia cared for Groo and part of her hoped he was going to show up in this place (only after he'd gotten Pylea in some semblance of order, of course), she also knew the odds of that were very, very unlikely. Besides, she had cared for Doyle when he'd been alive and truly believed something would have happened between them had he not died so she figured rather than sitting around, pining for someone who may never show up, she would follow through with something that had always remained a large 'what if' in her life.

Her only real concern, truth be told, was that the changes she had undergone since his death - most of them being due to the very visions he'd given her, ironically enough - was going to make her someone he wouldn't want to be with. Not that Cordelia thought for one instant that she wasn't an amazing catch. She was, well, her after all. But there was always that chance and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a bit nervous about it.

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amidone
2009-06-22 10:23 pm UTC (link)

And those two short sentences written out in Cordelia's girly handwriting was enough to make the smile on Doyle's face grow even wider. Before he had died, even a bit before he kissed her, Doyle had just been getting to the point where he thought he might have a chance with who he considered to be one of the most beautiful women on the planet. But, that chance had gotten snatched out of his grasp, hadn't it? But it seemed it had only gotten momentarily delayed.

He took a small step closer to her before taking the board, then erased her message and replaced it with his own.

I'll even let you pick whatever restaurant you want.

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_visiongirl
2009-07-07 03:04 am UTC (link)

Cordelia smiled brightly at his words, a silent bubble of laughter spilled past her lips. With an amused shake of her head, she took the board back and wrote out simply, You do realize you only get $100 to start your new life with, right?

Showing him what she'd written, she tossed him a wink before writing beneath it, You pick the restaurant. Anything with Golden Arches, Burger in the title, or a Value Menu and you're sleeping on the patio for a month.

With another amused grin, Cordelia handed the board back to him.

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