May 27, 2007 23:33
Angel Eyes is not hungry, nor thirsty. Angel Eyes also does not have a tab running.
There's lake water, and there's rabbit grease wiped on his vest and his sleeve.
He's scrutinizing the bulletin board, with its various posted notes and notices. Some of it--werewolves, infirmary--is interesting. Some of it is not. None of it is his kind of work.
He's not the first stone-faced bounty killer pissed off to sit idle that this bar has seen. He's just the latest.
raven