[For Gunn]
It wasn't that Anya was drunk. She'd only had a couple of drinks at the gathering, not too many. Four, maybe five or seven? She couldn't remember. All she knew is things kept coming into her mind, things about her conversation with Faith. Things she didn't want to think about.
She'd kept an eye out for Doyle the entire time, she'd actually half been looking for him all week. But when he didn't come she started to worry. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her friend around, and right now Anya really needed to talk to him. She needed someone who might understand, and having been half-demon, there was a chance he would. Hoping it wasn't too late she knocked at the door. "Doyle?" She called out softly.
She'd kept an eye out for Doyle the entire time, she'd actually half been looking for him all week. But when he didn't come she started to worry. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her friend around, and right now Anya really needed to talk to him. She needed someone who might understand, and having been half-demon, there was a chance he would. Hoping it wasn't too late she knocked at the door. "Doyle?" She called out softly.