Fandom Dressing

Stella stumbled a bit down the path, not knowing how she got here, or even what 'here' was. A worried look came on her face as she tried to decipher her surroundings and to be prepared if there were any threats.

"What is this place?" She muttered

An Angeal sat at a table, in a quiet corner of the room. While this was not very unusual, the fact that he was having a strong drink to calm his obviously frazzled nerves might be. He'd never been one to resort to this, but he lacked sedatives and he wouldn't let anyone see him cry. The day... well, to say it had gone badly would be a drastic understatement. It had been one of those days, he reflected, that made people want to forget it, because it was one they would remember for the rest of their lives.