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[slayedthedragon]

The Door opens and in walks a vampire who hasn't been seen in a while. He walks over to bar and after ordering his usual glass of pigs blood with a dash of otter, he starts rummaging around in that leather coat he's forever wearing

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[a_lioness]

Of course.

Because it's not as if the redheaded knight standing at the other end of the bar -- you know, the one whose badge is neatly and securely pinned to her sword belt, easily visible against her black tunic -- will laugh aloud at the show Angel has just put on for the bar.

No, not at all.

Except she totally does.

[slayedthedragon]

Oop, slipping again, he just about manages to grab the badge when those vampiric senses make him glance up--

--right at Alanna--

Ack.

--and now the badge goes flying.

Angel makes grabby hands, but not fast enough.

[a_lioness]

"Angel," calls Alanna, calmly tilting her head to watch the badge's progress. It hits the bar and slides her way, not unlike the frothy mugs of ale Solom used to send down the tables at the Dove. Faintly disapproving, "That is not a toy."

Despite her tone, she looks amused.

[slayedthedragon]

"Not my fault," he mutters, sliding off his seat and walking down the length of the bar.

'Walk of shame,' Angelus smirks.

SHUT UP.

Geez, it slid a long way. By the time he gets to it, he's standing right in front of her.

Fortunately, it only takes FOREVER to clip it back on.

[morethanprops]

Moist raises an eyebrow as the badge falls and waits to see where the rather serious man pins it.

At the moment, he's still in a more comfortable outfit of corduroys and a nice sweater as he works on something,

"Lose something?"

[slayedthedragon]

"Worst first night ever," Angel is grumbling.

He gets to the badge and eyes it suspiciously before clipping it back to his coat, this time making sure it stays put.

"Just a minor... wardrobe malfunction."

[morethanprops]

"I see, well it is important to let everyone know that you are,"

Moist turns his head to try and read the badge which is upside down,

"Security."

[slayedthedragon]

Angel stares at him quizzically. Is this something they do on this guy's world? Should he be doing the same thing? Is he being insulting?

Oh, good job, insulting somebody before he even gets start--. Wait.

Angel looks down. "Oh. Uhhh..."

Trying very hard not to roll his eyes at himself, Angel fumbles with the badge and puts it right side up.

"Err, yeah. First night."

"Can you tell?"

[never_b_free]

███████ ...

well... blood...

Hes not that bad looking, but...

vampire? Seriously?

Badge?

There goes the badge...

Wait... "What?" says the confused looking woman with the extremely short red hair.

[slayedthedragon]

Fortunately, being a vampire, Angel manages to avoid slamming into several tables and chairs (including hers) as he goes lunging for the badge, though he does end up nearly juggling the thing out of his grasp again before he gets a firm grip on it.

"...Sorry. It's, uhhh, slippery."

"Or something."

[never_b_free]

"You are unusually ...not pale... for a blood drinker." And clumsy but she doesn't add that. "Are you on security here?"

She can't taste his thoughts trying to invade hers. Must be too young to be psychic. Or too smart to let his mind wander.

No, wait, clumsy. Must be young.

[slayedthedragon]

Most people would say 283 is plenty old enough not to be that clumsy. It's clearly a special night for Angel!

"Uh, yeah, first night," he replies, no doubt gratuitously because she could probably guess that by now.

"I'm, uhhh, not usually like this."

'Ha! You wish,' Angelus smirks.

SHUT. IT.

"I'm Angel."

[river_meimei]

"Try magnets," suggests River helpfully from a nearby table. (She's sitting on top of it.)

Isn't Angel glad she's around to advise him?

[slayedthedragon]

Angel eyes the badge.

"Maybe. I'm not sure this is iron."

He taps it carefully on Bar. "I'm not sure what it is."

[river_meimei]

...

"Symbol of office," River says kindly.

"In the standard formulation of accessorizing."

[slayedthedragon]

"Well, yeah," Angel replies, with a strong subtext of duh.

"But, you know, what it's made of. I don't know if magnets would work."

This Security thing is starting to get complicated.

[wannab_hokage]

A 12 year old kid wearing heavy green goggles on his head laughed at the fumbling... loudly.

[slayedthedragon]

Angel gives the kid a sour look. It's bad enough he's having trouble.

Doesn't he know Angel can throw him in the cells? 'Cause he can!

...Ok, yeah, there's that 'having to come up with a charge' thing. But still!

[wannab_hokage]

No of course he doesn't and anyway if he didn't that wouldn't stop him.

"Take a picture it lasts longer!" said the boy.

[slayedthedragon]

"What's your problem?" Angel glares.

He doesn't have to take crap like that! He's on Security!

Never mind that he's getting baited by a kid. It's the principle of thing!