$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?

[fivewordsorless]

Would, yep. [skips a beat] Do I honestly sound like Captain Forehead to you?

[finesse_bottom]

[an amused arch of her eyebrow]

Well technically you look like him too Spike, I can say I'm not a fan.

[fivewordsorless]

[hooray! she knows who he is!] Point, love. And just for the record? Neither am I.

[finesse_bottom]

Well I don't sell those mystical metal Chinese finger traps that do that sort of thing... so, Castle?

[fivewordsorless]

[nods, flagging the bartender over to order himself another beer] Yep. Got a few days left, sadly.

[finesse_bottom]

[finishes her own drink and waves for another as well]

Oh I'm sure you're just crying on the inside. [smirks and turns to face him better] So are you drinking to forget, or to cope?

[fivewordsorless]

Little of both, tell the truth. Figure if I get drunk enough, maybe I won't remember I've got a forehead you could land cargo jets on. [or that Buffy has gone home. again]

[finesse_bottom]

[tilts her head to check] I wouldn't say cargo jets -- maybe those death trap two-seater jobs.

[fivewordsorless]

[makes a soft, amused noise] I'll keep that in mind, when I need to flag people down for emergency landings. [and the bartender reappears with his beer, which he proceeds to take a mighty swig of]

[finesse_bottom]

[nods and takes a sip of her beer as well]

I'm sorry that Buffy's gone. Well I'm not sorry-sorry, but I know you were fond of her. Xander left a bit ago and I'm still trying to forget he was here. [sighs] I should probably change rooms.

[fivewordsorless]

[sobers a bit, sighing] Might be for the best, pet. Castle was nice enough to move me up into one of the towers, away from where Buffy's room would've been, but ...

[finesse_bottom]

His things are gone, but even changing all the sheets hasn't gotten him out of that room completely. I moved for him, so he could be closer to his friends. Now I'm stuck in there.