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Who: Angel, Cordelia, Gunn and Wesley
Where: Petey's Pet Emporium, L.A.
When: Early evening, post sunset
Status: Open
For most of the drive, Angel kept his eyes forward, his mouth shut, and his brow furrowed. So, his friends thought something was wrong with him. They were probably right. But that didn't mean he was going to be happy about it, either way. And when he was in a bad mood? Staying quiet was a nice gift that everyone could probably enjoy.
His little bout of silence came to abrupt end when a tiny old biddy who most definitely should no longer be driving decided to cut him off. Besides a nice lurch forward for all passengers, everyone was permitted to hear a long chorus of rarely uttered curses in Angel's rant about there really needing to be some tighter rules enforced regarding elderly drivers. Not like Angel was one to talk, as not only was he three times the woman's senior, he also technically had no legal driving license of his own.
Shortly after turning onto San Fernando Road, a pet store came into view: Petey's Pet Emporium. The store exterior was about as gaudy as the name. After Angel had parked the Impala, he gave a pointed look to Wesley before the man could even open his mouth. "Alright, plan. One group will go in and have a nice little chat with Petey. The other will go scout out the back delivery entrance. Demon clients usually don't go marching through the front door. Sound good?"
Where: Petey's Pet Emporium, L.A.
When: Early evening, post sunset
Status: Open
For most of the drive, Angel kept his eyes forward, his mouth shut, and his brow furrowed. So, his friends thought something was wrong with him. They were probably right. But that didn't mean he was going to be happy about it, either way. And when he was in a bad mood? Staying quiet was a nice gift that everyone could probably enjoy.
His little bout of silence came to abrupt end when a tiny old biddy who most definitely should no longer be driving decided to cut him off. Besides a nice lurch forward for all passengers, everyone was permitted to hear a long chorus of rarely uttered curses in Angel's rant about there really needing to be some tighter rules enforced regarding elderly drivers. Not like Angel was one to talk, as not only was he three times the woman's senior, he also technically had no legal driving license of his own.
Shortly after turning onto San Fernando Road, a pet store came into view: Petey's Pet Emporium. The store exterior was about as gaudy as the name. After Angel had parked the Impala, he gave a pointed look to Wesley before the man could even open his mouth. "Alright, plan. One group will go in and have a nice little chat with Petey. The other will go scout out the back delivery entrance. Demon clients usually don't go marching through the front door. Sound good?"