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[gone_byebye]

The door opens and Ray very carefully edges into the Bar. Oh, God, noise and light and smell and more noise and-

-well, okay, it's better than home; Peter's watching wrestling.

But STILL.

"Bar," he says as quietly as he can, "I know you aren't going to give me any more COX-2 inhibitors, but is there any chance you can give me something that'll

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[the_antiangst]

Of note: Angel approves of cushy seating.
Small mercies: He's not in drag, Morwen picked up the cat that followed him home from her place earlier, and he knows migraines when he sees them... though he doesn't think he's ever seen one this bad.
"...The hell ran over you?" he asks, careful to keep his voice fairly quiet.

[gone_byebye]

Ray points in the direction of where the Clock used to be.

"Extremely powerful magical artifact that was only supposed to be wielded by someone with an innate store of PKE, which I, as a normal baseline human being, do not in fact have."

[the_antiangst]

"...Ouch. Seems to've worked, at least, but at the moment that's probably not much comfort."
Considering Ray's job, Angel was ready to guess maybe it was the Titanic or something.

[gone_byebye]

"It prevented an earthquake that would've destroyed the Bar. I can deal. I also want to throw up my own shoes. THat's not so much fun."

[the_antiangst]

"I can imagine. Maybe you could get a really dark room from Bar?"

[gone_byebye]

"I got some really thick curtains for my room upstairs," Ray says. "I don't think I'm going back to New York tonight."

[the_antiangst]

"Overstimulation capital of the world, you mean? Don't blame you for a second."
Times Square is seizure-inducing enough without the mother of all migraines.

[gone_byebye]

Ray's mouth twitches, and he confides, "Venkman at home is watching wrestling. On the fifty-two inch TV. The one with the subwoofers."

[the_antiangst]

"...Such sympathy for the ill he's got."

[gone_byebye]

"It's okay. we have a new resident. I stuck a bag of jelly beans in Peter's underwear drawer and told the spud that it was hidden somewhere in Peter's things. He'll regret this." He smiles faintly.

[the_antiangst]

Angel... tries to laugh quietly. And it works well enough.
"You are evil. Not that you can't chalk it up to karma, but still."

[gone_byebye]

"I hate wrestling."

[the_antiangst]

"Stuff on TV's mostly a bunch of guys in tights being silly. Not that I haven't done the same, given that general description, but really, the look doesn't even suit most of 'em. I don't get the appeal."

[gone_byebye]

"it's sort of interesting in Mexico. They're practically superheroes. But these guys.... eh, not so much. I keep telling Peter if he wants violence he should just watch hockey, but..."

[the_antiangst]

"Hockey's not as flashy, I know that much."
Angel shrugs. "People have strange tastes. I would know."

[gone_byebye]

"Yeah, but there's teeth," Ray points out. Then he sighs. "Oh well."