"I've seen her there, dear, yes. Made quite the entrance, the other day. Earned her a free drink from one of my bitchier bartenders, even! She's quite something," Angel smiled a little, before sighing at the talk of her results. "I..." A hand reached back to scratch at the back of her neck, where the wig met her skin, "That's.. complicated, honey. I don't wanna drag you down with my shit, though, just.. don't mind me. How's your darling Jules? I spoke to him the other day on the boards. He seemed... sweet, in a.. blunt sort of way."
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