Who: Azrael & Svetlana What: Conversations that need to be had When: Wednesday night Where: Azrael's Where: Talk of shooting and death, TBD
The day had been rather trying for Azrael. A hostage situation at an office building downtown had culminated in him shooting three people, and while he knew he was doing his job and following the law, it still made him feel heavy. And now their souls were in Hell, which only compounded that feeling.
So when he got back to his house that night, he headed for the fridge, thumbing open one of the beers he kept for nights like this. Just one, to settle his mind that was spinning like a top.
He thought about poking around the kitchen for some dinner, and poked his head into Svetlana's room. "Hello," he said, smiling tiredly. "Are you hungry? I thought I might cook something."