It wasn't Angel's fault that caffeine rushes made him feel like he was bouncing off of the walls. Cordy was right. She had poured blood in to a glass for him before.
Oops.
Jesus... It could have been Crossroads, he thought. At least the blonde was hot in it. Keeping that bit to himself, he decided to knock her off gaurd with that returned kiss. Boy was it heated. They were both a little fuzzy for a couple seconds afterwards. Clearing his throat, he continued to check out his girlfriend.
Girlfriend.
How old was he again?
He'd never snoop through her purse. He only did that once in his life time, and learned that the hard way. The sex toy was what scared him. A womens purse can be the most frightening thing. It was dangerous.
He didn't have to find Hellboy, and give her those puppy dog eyes, in order for her to cave. He had his own trick up his sleeve. Standing as well, he waited until she was finished, before he began to take off his tank top. Yes, she was the first to see what a week of portion control of blood and intense meditation sessions did to a vampire.
He dropped weight!
Angel was not only skinny, but had abs again.
"Yes. It's in the kitchen. I'll get it." That will save his little slip up in the livingroom. A few minutes of him walking around his apartment shirtless will also buy time for her to day dream and cave. Making her a bag of buttery popcorn, and grabbing her a can of soda, he brought it out. Hands offered the items to her in forgiveness.