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The front door opens, sending both a gust of ocean-scented air and a somewhat windblown angel through the door.
Xas blinks, not quite as startled as one might be expecting, and bends down to swipe casually at the sand sticking to his ankles. Midway through rising he catches sight of the tab board and makes his way to the bar.
He riffles through his wallet, pulls out one credit card (the name on it neither Xas, nor Sobran, nor Niall Cayley--the name is not even male), and deposits it on the bar.
Moments later his tab is zeroed out.
"A glass of red wine, please, as well?"
This appears, and the tab flickers from zero to a positive balance, and then back to zero.
"Thank you."
And then he turns, wary eyes scanning the bar, and heads for a corner booth.
Xas blinks, not quite as startled as one might be expecting, and bends down to swipe casually at the sand sticking to his ankles. Midway through rising he catches sight of the tab board and makes his way to the bar.
He riffles through his wallet, pulls out one credit card (the name on it neither Xas, nor Sobran, nor Niall Cayley--the name is not even male), and deposits it on the bar.
Moments later his tab is zeroed out.
"A glass of red wine, please, as well?"
This appears, and the tab flickers from zero to a positive balance, and then back to zero.
"Thank you."
And then he turns, wary eyes scanning the bar, and heads for a corner booth.