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[slayedthedragon]

Angel is sitting at the bar, working slowly on a whiskey (if he'd known he was going to end up here tonight, he wouldn't have grabbed that early breakfast

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[bringer_of_fun]

A teen aged boy hops on a stool nearby and asks the bar for a bowl, a spoon and a small bottle of rootbeer flavored sno cone syrup.

He looks over and smiles at the other guy.

"Hey. How's it going?"

[slayedthedragon]

That's a much more normal greeting than Angel's accustomed to around here, so he nods back at the guy.

"Not bad. How's yourself?"

[bringer_of_fun]

"Pretty good. I love this place."

The bowl appears, and Bobby holds his hand over the bowl and fills it with snow, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Sometimes you just need a break, ya know?"

[slayedthedragon]

Angel's eyes widen slightly as he nods again and takes a drink.

"That's for sure."

At least his adopted city isn't being fought over by armies of demons. But in Angel's world, one big problem solved usually just clears the way for another, so he's not about to get too optimistic.