The bar
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Confused on what was going on, given he had been dead and floating in lifestream just a few minutes ago, Angeal just decided to go with the flow.
"Hello?" he called out. No answer, and so he simply began to look around, absently collecting a bottle of something that was cold to drink along the way.
The place was interesting looking, at least, and reminded him of his rather misspent youth. And Zack's misspent youth.
Drink in hand, the formally dead man went to see if he could find anyone else.