Gabriel, Archangel (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thereisakingdom) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2011-07-01 21:13:00 |
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WHAT: Meeting!
WHERE: A cheap-ass dive bar somewhere in the States
WARNINGS: Language, and language, and language.
Gabe always both loved and hated pregnancies in the poorest areas; there was always a huge likelihood of the woman miscarrying or getting bad food or whatever, and there was only so much he could do. He'd held himself out as being from the nearest free clinic, and it had worked well enough. Right now he just needed a damn drink.
He stepped next door into what looked like a pool hall. The bar faced the wall, but as Gabriel got onto a stool, he heard a frenzied yelp behind him. "Christ, I'm sorry!"
Gabriel got back off the stool, going to watch a tall woman kick a beefy guy in the stomach again. "Don't kill him," he said casually, hands in his pockets. "I don't handle that shit."