Azrael was the only one working that day. He had given the rest of hi staff the day off since getting to work wasn't the easiest with all the snow. And while it wasn't as bad, it still allowed Azrael the excuse to give his employees more time to enjoy their lives rather than be stuck in a bar. If his employees had been those who served him, things would have been much easier but he was in Preya. That wasn't going to happen. He had been forgiven, and he could feel Heaven's presence, but his choir were far behind him, probably serving someone else.
Azrael had been washing glasses for the last ten minutes, thinking to himself about things. He was present in the moment, in the now and yet spread so thin at the same time, his presence aiding the dying in other places, his being comforting those who mourned. It had been a while since he had been invited to a good Wake too... He missed those. Azrael much preferred when a life was celebrated than a death grieved. But he also understood that most mortals did not understand their deaths until they were dying or already dead. That it was just another step on a journey to something else entirely.
Sensing a new presence, he put down the dish towel and went through to see who had arrived. Spotting the bright haired lass, he smirked and walked behind the bar, pulling a bottle of whiskey down from the shelf as he walked by. The bottle looked old and the label was so worn it couldn't be read. It was obviously old just from appearances but judging by the volume of liquid, it was also clearly loved. The bottle was perhaps half full and only used for special occasions. He took a glass out from under the bar and placed it on the bar in front of Anne.
"Good to see you" he said, his voice gruff and dry but warm. His voice seemed to suit his overall appearance too. He wore all black, including an open leather jacket that he found comforting. Around his neck, he wore a necklace with a rather bright, luminescent stone attached. That was his heart. His hair was a shaggy mess and his face, stubbly but not quite beardy yet.
"So how did you handle the trip here? Not too frustrating I hope?" he asked, pouring the whiskey into the almost cubic glass. He pulled another glass out and poured himself a healthy measure too.