May 05, 2010 20:24
Michael makes her way from the front door to a corner booth, tossing her bike helmet onto the seat. She passes the booth, however, and swings by Bar herself.
The exchange is quick but not unpleasant. The archangel is carrying a cup of coffee, a donut with sprinkles, and a newspaper with a crossword as she makes her way back to the booth. She props her boots up on the table, slouches way down, and gets to work.
The coffee might last longer than the crossword puzzle, but the donut is doomed.
vic sage,
applegate,
sam winchester,
stitch,
urahara kisuke,
michael the archangel,
the crossroads demon (verity)