$40 dragging down business at the death match...

[finesse_bottom]

[being the lover of capitalism that Anya is, she's opted to head to the Death Match for drinks today. Mostly because she figures her emotional downfall has already done enough damage to Lorne's business, and because it's closer. So have Anya, with a beer, drinking at the Death Match]It's not like it even matters anymore. There are Gods here now.

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[fivewordsorless]

[has been drinking with Angel, but he's wandered off, figuring he can play pool or at very least get another drink. steps up to the bar beside her, to order another beer, and arches his eyebrows as he spots someone he knows] Good thing I'm not mortal then, yeah?

[finesse_bottom]

[has been mouthing off to whoever will listen and glances over when she notices someone talking back to her. Turning around Anya rolls her eyes]

Oh. It's you.

[fivewordsorless]

[can't help but smirk a bit] You'd be surprised, pet.

[finesse_bottom]

[okay that smirk is sort of creepy on Angel... and she tilts her head]

Would I now?

[ares]

[Appears with the usual Strobe Light of Doom effect]

Don't get ahead of yourself. We haven't even made it past the foreplay yet.

[finesse_bottom]

[oh... it's him... again]

We haven't made it anywhere Ares.

[ares]

Exactly my point. Why squish you when I still might find some use for you later on?