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[un_fallen]

Raguel's got the feeling that someone is looking over his shoulder. Not in a prying way; just there, constant, and it's not someone he looks forward to seeing

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[gonna_live]

He's not the only one.

Kaylee is just beginning her strawberry margarita -- and is, in fact, stirring it with the straw.

A little slops over the side and onto the knee of her pants; it's followed by a curse that's a little...loud.

[un_fallen]

He glances over, fingers tightening on the glass momentarily, then relaxing.

"You okay there?" he asks, the edge of a nervous smile at the corner of his mouth.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee looks sheepish.

"Lost a little alcohol, but -- " She reaches for a napkin. "Shiny. Pretty shiny, anyhow. Xiexie."

[un_fallen]

"You want to be careful about losing the alcohol," he says, relaxing a little more.

"Might need it. And that stuff looks like it stains."

[arch_messenger]

Michael is there. At the bar. Just there. Somehow.

He's watching Raguel with some amusement. He has no qualms of letting it show either in the curl of his lips and the...twinkle...in his eyes.

What does he find so amusing? He may say, if asked.

[un_fallen]

Well, that might explain it.

But it doesn't, quite, and now he's got a restless feeling and a smirking angel to go with it.

"Was there something you wanted?" he asks finally. He thinks he might be getting a headache. This doesn't mean he's not wary, of course.

[arch_messenger]

He crosses his arms, smirking.

"Oh, just a status update I guess." The smirk turns almost akin to malice.

Apparently, Michael is not above abusing his position.

[un_fallen]

"Okay," he says, going for 'stone-faced' and ending up at 'slightly nauseous.'

"Since we last spoke, I've dispatched... twenty-seven who have violated the sacred direction of the Name, taken life where they had unjust cause and had no evidence of remorse or contrition in their hearts."

The rest of what he's done, well. That's the official status, anyway.

"Was that all? Sir?"