Angel sat alone in the boardroom, papers in front of him. The desk was set up as if waiting for a meeting to start.
Spike wandered in, carrying a briefcase. "Where's the rest of the crew?"
"Apparently not coming," Angel replied, fiddling with the cord of the phone.
"But," Spike said. "This is an important meeting."
"At least somebody - "
"My very first parley," Spike started, setting his briefcase down on the desk. "As a very loosely affiliated member of the... what are we? Tell me we're not Scoobies."
Angel shook his head. "We don't have a - "
"A name?" Spike asked, opening the briefcase. "That's probably for the best. You'd want to be 'Angel's Avengers' or something."
"Angel's Avengers, that's..." Angel made a face, then thought about it some more.
"So." Spike sat down. "What's on the agenda?"
"Uh, I have assignments for people," Angel said, picking up a sheet of paper. A noise caught his attention.
Spike pulled the ringtab back on his can of beer. "What? I'm listening. With beer."
"Forget it. You know what? This isn't a meeting," Angel said, getting out of his seat. "This is you being annoying."
Spike picked up the agenda. "Hey, bullet points. Classy." His eyes scanned the page. "Why am I always reconnaissance? I should get decently flash gig, like 'save the girl' or 'steal the emerald with the girl'."
Angel shook his head, staring out the window. "Handsome man, save me from the monster."