#abel: fruity little bartender

[a-hazbin-spider]

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For Every ¿ Is Hidden Lore // @remnantsouls

Not a ton has been spilled out, honestly. Angel usually has his image pretty well kept. The fact that people see nothing but a junkie whore is a proud testament. The bimbo twink of the ages.

But here he was, sipping alcohol to warm him from within, practically still sans his breathing.

“Guh… fuckin’- I’m way too old f’this shit.” He grogs out at first, lower arms bending awkwardly to massage at his back. He’d said such before, he’s technically a few years away from a century now. That was no secret.

“Didn’t know they could hold me solely with my hair and tail. Think my back is fucked. Hah. Can’t complain too much, amirite? I’ve had my name on way too much snuff to bitch ‘bout dis.”

[abel-evans]

sirena-atlantica​:

She was late… or absent… it didn’t really matter, hey? Surely Kai had been able to handle things while she did what she did best - gallivanting about the capitol. But now with everything but launch out of the way, she supposed maybe she should at the very least play the part of concerned mentor and actually make an appearance at the Tower. If that appearance happened to be at the bar, well… at least she was at the Tower, right?

Settling into a chair in the corner, with a glass of whatever it was the bartender had given her (she’d only requested fruity and sweet), she quickly drifted off to thinking about a party she’d been invited to. She heard someone speaking and wondered idly if they’d been speaking to her. Her gaze shifted to them as she raised a brow. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Were you talking to me?” She raised the glass to her lips, drinking from the frilly pink drink as she awaited their answer.

Abel had once again found himself in the tower bar. It was pretty full tonight, groups of people laughing and drinking. He’d ordered himself something strong and straight before scanning the room for a place to sit.

“I was just wondering if you’d mind me sitting here?” He asked, smiling, nodding to the empty chair. He knew Sirena a little just from mentoring, but not very well.