Who: Oliver Jerzyck and Hope Winchester Where: The beach What: First meeting Rating: R for Oliver's dirty mouth Open: No Status: Ongoing
Okay, so it could have been worse. He could have been dumped out here in the middle of winter.
Oliver had found a pack of Marlboros in her shirt pocket and lit up while he stared out at the water and waited for Hope. It probably would be a blip for an angel, even if she wasn't a full one, but for a mortal like himself it already felt like it had been a long wait. Magical capabilities or not, he usually had to obey the rules of physics.
"Fuck," he muttered as a wave lapped at the toes of his shoes. When the radio at his waistband beeped, he did an oddly graceful turn away from the water's edge, the lit smoke in his mouth leaving behind a thin gray contrail. Should he bow?