238, Hyperion, Wednesday afternoon
Angel was brooding.
This wasn't news per se, but he'd been at it ever since he got home on Monday. His only interruptions were occasionally getting up to get another bottle of whisky.
He'd had centuries of practice at this sort of thing. Now felt like the perfect time to use it.
[ooc: For Logan]
This wasn't news per se, but he'd been at it ever since he got home on Monday. His only interruptions were occasionally getting up to get another bottle of whisky.
He'd had centuries of practice at this sort of thing. Now felt like the perfect time to use it.
[ooc: For Logan]