Hyperion, Thursday night

[notstakedyet]

Angel was in his office. He was working. Absolutely, positively working. There was nothing else on his mind when he looked at Logan and asked, "Can you come here and take a look at this?"

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[psycho_jackass]

Logan dragged a chair next to Angel and sat down, resting his elbows on the desk. "What am I looking at?"

[notstakedyet]

"That's the demon we saw in the bar, right?" Angel said, pointing. His attention was, no really, all on the picture of the demon in the book in front of him. Nothing else in the room interested him. "Three horns? Ugly?"

[psycho_jackass]

Logan looked at the picture. "Yeah, think so." He looked at the Russian lettering under the drawing. "Any good weaknesses?"

[notstakedyet]

"Some," Angel said. Of course he was actually looking at Logan when he said this, and was focusing more on Logan's scent than anything else.