MarinaNova Asylum

[ if angel isn't drunk by this point, he's certainly getting there, for if he'd been sober, this invitation would've been privated to the person it's directed at. ]

Hey, Faithy. [ those words are accented with a heavy irish brogue, something angel doesn't usually allow himself to use, but in this throwback to his human days, he doesn't much care about keeping up faux american appearances. screw comfort, both that of others and himself. ] Come join me in finishing this off. [ he holds up a bottle. it's not his first one. or second, or third... ohboy. ]