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[__angel]

Know where Moto's Bar is out on Long Beach? Meet me there. Nancy boy.It didn't take me long, I was out of the hotel before anyone could even notice I was leaving, not that they would care anyway. The ride to the bar wasn't that long, I mean, I had other things on my mind other than how long it would take to get there. Mostly it was about this group

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[bloody_willy]

Nothing quite beat the taste of a jagr bomb. Exception being a bloody jagr bomb, but those weren't exactly allowed on the 'got soul' diet plan. Burn in hell Michael Thurman, you ponce. Where was I? Jagr bomb, third one since I got here, well almost number three.

"Sit down an have a drink Angel. Loosen you up a might, be a good thing." Christ he looked tighter then a nuclear submarine. Stomping in here, not even bothering to oogle the goodies a few of the ladies had on display. Know I'm good looking and all, but a bloke has to look once in a while. "In a hurry to get back to all the suffering are ya?"

[weloveyouangel]

Have a drink? I raised my eyebrows and looked around. Everything looked dirty, but then again, I was now used to drinking in the bar of Wolfram and Hart, which of course, I'd never be doing again. But, this was what I really was, I guess. Back in the day you could say. Shrugging, I sat down beside him and a big busted lady came up, asking me what I'll be having.

First thing that came to mind was Jack. Looking over at Spike and what he was drinking, I decided against that and went with it. "Jack, double."

Nodded over at Spike, "Guess you could say that," I said and straightened up my jacket a bit. "What made you wanna come out here? Where have you been the last couple of weeks anyway?"

[bloody_willy]

Heard his question and matched his shrug with one of my own. Took em near fuckin two months to wonder where I'd trotted off too.

Fact was I hadn't gotten far. But he didn't need to know that, now did he?

"Here an' there. You know, flitting about." Flitting? kept up this load and he might just buy my metrosexual story about living in the city by the bay.

"Spent a night out on Alcatraz. You ever been? Imagine Faith woulda loved it."

[weloveyouangel]

Flitting? I almost wanted to chuckle, but the urge wasn't strong enough. The bartender came back and set everything out in front of me. Instead of him taking the bottle away, I told him to keep it and laid money on the bar so I didn't have to worry about it later. There wasn't really anything to drink back at the hotel and well, I'd just take this with me.

Alcatraz? I glanced at him, then narrowed my eyes when he said that Faith would have liked it. I slammed back the shot and the glass hit the table before I stood up, grabbing the bottle.

"If you're coming back, come now, if not, then go your own way," I said and turned around, heading out of the bar. I wanted to kick his ass for doing that, taunting me. He should know better. I walked outside and waited next to the door to see if he could come out.