Angel was in an empty work-out room. It was late and most of the staff has gone home. He pushed thoughts of his underlings and focused his energries on the dummy he was fighting. He jabbed and kicked at it with fluid movements. Soon he picked up a wooden staff and started attacking the dummy with it. His actions getting more and more swift before bringing his staff way bakc and swinging it into the dummy's head. The head flew through the air and hit the floor with a thud that rang out into the empty room. Angel frowned at the head and walked over and kicked it. He sat down on a bench and stared off into space. He had a lot more energy to get out of his system, but he knew Spike was gonna show up any minute now.
Spike loved to come and piss him off while he worked out or did anything really. Spike being back and alive and annoying as ever...well he was still getting used to the idea. He sighed to himself and decided to go back to working out. He picked up his staff again and started doing flips and playing around with it. Hitting at imaginary enemies. To anyone else it would look as though the vampire had gone crazy.
He stopped once more when he sensed Spike was near. His back to the doorway, he just stood there, silent, waiting to hear Spike say something--anything. He didn't want to give Spike any sort of bait this time.