BAR
Azrael wasn't in the mood to prove himself. And sometimes he didn't want people to know who he truly was. Sometimes it was best to hide in plain sight. But in Preya, things were a little bit different. Sure, there was still a Heaven and a Hell, but there seemed to be no ongoing War between them which was a plus.
"Whiskey's fine" he replied. "But I'd prefer to enjoy it from now on" he smirked, flicking his eyebrows up and down. He held the glass out for a refill and took a quick glance around the room again. People seemed to be enjoying themselves, which was nice to see. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd stick around. He always had places to be, things to do, people to help.