Angel planned on drinking in moderation, if not with a deliberate lightness. He didn't need to repeat the wasted antics of earlier weeks, and someone had to ensure she behaved herself and got home safely. Not only was he a gentleman, but he was overprotective, too. Cordelia had herself a (supposed to be) vampire guard dog that would not hesitate to bite those who threatened her.

He took a seat next to her. "What do you want?"