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Spike -- Pool Hall Lounge
"Well. That was... unexpected."
That was the least of it. He'd anticipated opening the door to Angel's office, going in for a bit of harassment, maybe get the keys to the Viper if he nagged enough and Angel just wanted him to disappear for awhile.
Didn't expect this, rows of pool tables and a scattering of people sitting in chairs or racking up balls.
But, he wasn't one to look an adventure in the mouth, so he walked up to the bartender, stared at him long enough to divine that he was human, and ordered "Whiskey. Lots of it. In fact, I'll take the whole bloody bottle and get back to you when I'm done."
That was the least of it. He'd anticipated opening the door to Angel's office, going in for a bit of harassment, maybe get the keys to the Viper if he nagged enough and Angel just wanted him to disappear for awhile.
Didn't expect this, rows of pool tables and a scattering of people sitting in chairs or racking up balls.
But, he wasn't one to look an adventure in the mouth, so he walked up to the bartender, stared at him long enough to divine that he was human, and ordered "Whiskey. Lots of it. In fact, I'll take the whole bloody bottle and get back to you when I'm done."