Checking up on things.
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It might have been a mistake to excuse himself from the hotel lobby so soon, but despite the fact that he'd just been slapped around by a pair of vampires in a back alley, Lorne still had responsibilities outside of Angel Investigations that he had to attend to. After Fred and Gunn had left to try and make use of the hotel's big industrial kitchen, Lorne had said goodbye to Wesley, turned his pager on, grabbed his coat, and walked through the front doors and out to the streets. Thankfully, Caritas was within walking distance, and even with the cuts and bruises Arvis had given him, he made the short trip from the Hyperion to the club without too much difficulty.
He didn't expect to find much when he walked through the front door, quickly descending the stairs that lead him past the bouncer and let him out near the bar. He figured that the night before would have been slow, thanks to his absence. Customers probably came regardless of his not being there: probably came in, had a few drinks, and went back home. Lorne was sure he'd have a few angry patrons who had been looking to have themselves read, but there was nothing that could be done about it now. He could placate them, try to calm their nerves if they came in later and started hollering, but the series of emergencies back at the hotel had been far more important.
Now it was time to do some catching up with his own business before another emergency decided to spring itself on the detectives.
"Mind mixing me up a seabreeze, Stefan? There weren't too many problems while I was gone, were there? Sorry, cupcake, something came up--" Lorne began as he approached the bar, but rather than springing to get his drink, the bartender greeted the verdant demon with a tight, worried smile and an extended hand, which was holding a telephone receiver.
"Thanks, doll," Lorne told him absently, blinking a few times in rapid succession as he accepted the phone from Stefan. He held the receiver to his ear, a puzzled expression on his face. "Hello?"
It might have been a mistake to excuse himself from the hotel lobby so soon, but despite the fact that he'd just been slapped around by a pair of vampires in a back alley, Lorne still had responsibilities outside of Angel Investigations that he had to attend to. After Fred and Gunn had left to try and make use of the hotel's big industrial kitchen, Lorne had said goodbye to Wesley, turned his pager on, grabbed his coat, and walked through the front doors and out to the streets. Thankfully, Caritas was within walking distance, and even with the cuts and bruises Arvis had given him, he made the short trip from the Hyperion to the club without too much difficulty.
He didn't expect to find much when he walked through the front door, quickly descending the stairs that lead him past the bouncer and let him out near the bar. He figured that the night before would have been slow, thanks to his absence. Customers probably came regardless of his not being there: probably came in, had a few drinks, and went back home. Lorne was sure he'd have a few angry patrons who had been looking to have themselves read, but there was nothing that could be done about it now. He could placate them, try to calm their nerves if they came in later and started hollering, but the series of emergencies back at the hotel had been far more important.
Now it was time to do some catching up with his own business before another emergency decided to spring itself on the detectives.
"Mind mixing me up a seabreeze, Stefan? There weren't too many problems while I was gone, were there? Sorry, cupcake, something came up--" Lorne began as he approached the bar, but rather than springing to get his drink, the bartender greeted the verdant demon with a tight, worried smile and an extended hand, which was holding a telephone receiver.
"Thanks, doll," Lorne told him absently, blinking a few times in rapid succession as he accepted the phone from Stefan. He held the receiver to his ear, a puzzled expression on his face. "Hello?"