Well, the boredom overtook me at last, so I decided to swing 'round to
Doyle's McDonald's place 'long about two in the morning, have a look about. Not entirely sure why. I guess I'd hoped to find some answers or some such, suss out why the berk decided to use me as a pawn in his cat-and-mouse bollocks with
Angel.
What I didn't expect, of course, was that the place
wasn't empty.
Yeah. Eve. And she was actually invitin' me in, bein' all polite like.
I'm, er, rather still here, actually. I'm not entirely sure why. Nor am I sure why I didn't threaten to bite her for her clearly nefarious little plans and whatnot. We didn't even really discuss what's been goin' on. 'Stead, we just got to having a bloody well civilised chat, and...
*cough* Beg pardon. Think she's comin' out of the shower now.