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23 March 2011 @ 11:31 pm
"Will I walk with a smile on my face, knowing I live a lie..."  
Who: Cordelia and Doyle
Where: Starting at Doyle's apartment, then out for dinner
When: The day after clearing out of Cordy's old apartment
What: Doyle has a secret he can't keep any longer! Cordelia learns about his demon side.
Status: Incomplete

Doyle surveyed his apartment critically when Cordelia had mentioned dinner the moment he came through the door. He had four cans of some cheap American whatever-it-was in a can, a microwave, a hot plate, and a loaf of bread. And beer, which in his modest opinion made for a fantastic dinner many nights. However, he had the one and only Cordelia chase in his apartment and Doyle was fairly certain she wasn't going to like any of those options. Turning back to her he held up a stack of papers, most of which were menus though there were some receipts and bills mixed in.

"How about a nice dinner out, yeah? You probably want something really good after being stuck eating all that lawyer food. We can go where ya like."

Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine living with Cordelia. Okay, in a lot of his dreams he had but not in his real life expectations! And certainly not in the small disastrous place he'd been calling home since leaving his wife and holing up in LA. The only thing that kept him from feeling worse over it was having seen the place Cordelia lived in. In short, the place was ten times worse than his and that was a feat.
 
 
 
misschase on March 31st, 2011 11:06 pm (UTC)
Cordelia had to admit--at least to herself--that she was enjoying staying with Doyle. Not because he had some glamorous apartment or lifestyle, but because all of his attention was so entirely focused on her and making sure she was happy. It was a nice change, especially after being locked in a prison cell with only the lovely company of Lilah and Lindsey. Blech.

"Sure, we can go out," she said, already having been through his fridge and cabinets while he had stepped out earlier. She would have been satisfied with whatever he had, but if he wanted to dote, she was more than willing to let him. Plus, it seemed like Angel was busy with Sunnydale's drama queen and company, so she had no desire to deal with that soap opera.

She took the stack of what she assumed were all menus and rifled through them, until she came to a very interesting piece of paper. "Uh, Doyle," she said, arching a brow very far upward, "I didn't realize that 'Notice of Divorce' was a restaurant. What do they serve there? Like, Court dates?"
just_doyle on April 4th, 2011 01:38 am (UTC)
Doyle had gone out and bought new soft sheets for Cordelia to sleep on as well as new pillows the very same first morning after she'd slept. For the first time in as long as he could remember all his clothes were laundered. Or, at least, in their proper baskets and set aside for washing. Though he hardly expected her staying to become permanent he still wanted Cordelia to feel a little more girlish and human than his bachelor mess allowed for.

"Actually, they serve subpoenas," Doyle said, making a really lame joke in an attempt to distract her. When the effort didn't work, he laughed weakly. "Right yeah. No, 's not a restaurant, clearly. They were from my ex wife."

With those words hanging in the air, the Irish man shrunk back a little. He was sure Cordelia would give him an ear full or, worse, start asking a million questions.
misschase on April 8th, 2011 05:51 am (UTC)
Cordelia stared at him for a long moment. Doyle didn't seem old to enough to have been married and divorced. Of course, the whole being married in the first place was throwing her. It just wasn't like him. Or maybe it was. She had no idea and she wasn't making much effort to find out.

"Ex wife?" she repeated, brows knitting together. "How--I mean, you were married and now you're not obviously. But, is this divorce thing, like, recent? I mean, if you're just now getting paperwork for it."

She felt a strange tightening in her stomach. As lame as it seemed, she had been looking forward to just having a stress-free dinner. But, of course, she had to go and ruin it. Something always has to ruin it. Not that going out to dinner with Doyle was the most amazing evening plans she could ever conjure... Or maybe it was. And she had been okay with that.
just_doyle on May 5th, 2011 05:13 am (UTC)
So it was going to be a barrage of questions then. Doyle sighed to himself, feeling what hopes he'd had for a semblance of a chance with Cordelia crater to the floor. Secrets were probably a bad idea when you were trying to get someone to like you but he was pretty sure Cordy wouldn't even stand him if she knew the man he really was.

"Well you could say that. The paperwork is recent. The separation has been for the last couple of years."

Doyle wasn't eager to get into the gritty details of his former marriage and was content to leave his answer at that. Unless Cordelia pried, which he mostly expected her to do.
misschase on May 11th, 2011 02:09 am (UTC)
Cordelia pursed her lips. She had only known Doyle for a few months, so the woman must have been out of his life for a while. She glanced around the apartment, "Well, you definitely have the whole bachelor pad thing going for you."

She folded her arms as she looked up at him. He seemed pretty vague about the whole thing, but her curiosity was getting the better of her.

She asked her next question a bit more gently "Do you want to get a divorce?"