Do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?

[painhumbles]

Characters:  Gabriel and Ruby [Closed]
Location:  A hive of scum and villainy.... Or a cantina. Cantina works.
Planet: Coruscant
When: EITHER TWENTY MINUTES BEFORE THE BIKINI CURSE OR TWENTY MINUTES AFTER. WHO KNOWS?
What: An angel masquerading as a Trickster and a demon walk into a bar to discuss assassinating a Hutt... A demon walks out needing new

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[thatdemonbitch]

[ So, initially, Ruby had been kind of hoping the Winchesters would scoop up the job when she suggested it over the network, but hell if she was gonna complain when some other poor idiot was willing to get into it. From the intel she'd gotten after the fact, it appeared she was going to need a meat shield to shove the blame on, and Loki struck her as the perfect target.

Which meant it only stood to reason that when she showed up and the cantina stunk to high Heaven (no pun intended) of angel, she was a little surprised. And hesitant.

It wasn't until she actually walked inside and looked the guy over that she realized who it was and how seriously fucked she was. Her first instinct was run, because God knew she didn't need the angels on her ass, but not showing up would probably end worse. So, she sat down across from him at the table, a firm glare on her face to try and keep the fact that she was shitting bricks to a minimum. ]

Loki, my ass. You know, next time you throw out a personal ad, might wanna think about adding full

[painhumbles]

[Demon. That was... New. Not that Gabriel had ever been a racist, but pagans couldn't smell angels and demons could, so he tended to keep talks with his little nephews and nieces to a minimum. His reaction to Ruby was barely more than a quirk of an eyebrow, although he was half tensed like he was expecting her to be stupid enough to make the first move.

Hey, some of those black-eyed cannon fodder pieces of work were a bunch of dumb shits.]

Is this gonna become a race issue now? Look, before you start, we prefer the term "winged Americans." And if I was gonna smite you, you'd be a pile of ash on the floor right now. Did I cover everything?

[thatdemonbitch]

[ She was trying REALLY hard to keep her tone down, but it was hard as hell when she was staring a friggen' angel in the face. His Grace was rough around the edges, sure, but it was still blinding as all hell. ]

Oh, yeah, real reassuring, Red Bull. When were you plannin' on springin' the good news on me if I couldn't smell it for myself? You do realize how totally and completely screwed this makes us, right?

[painhumbles]

[TOTALLY DEADPAN.] I wanted to surprise you and see what happened. That's about the reaction I was expecting. Score one for me.

[Truth be told, he just.... Totally fucking forgot like a boss.]

What d'you mean? No one knows except you and me... And half the bar if you don't shut your damn trap. I can keep a secret. [He sucks back his drink.] Guessing your boy toys don't know about your little black-eyed secret, huh?