Angel was walking toward the pub. A beer and a plate of nachos sounded good to her and she was sure the doctor hadn't meant beer when she said no alcohol. She moved toward the doors as they opened and a familiar figure walked out. Harry Fucking Sinclair and another man, no, wait - a fucking mountain. She laughed, Sinclair looked to be shopping in the big boys department these days.

Striding over, head turned so that she wasn't really looking at him, Angel walked across Harry's path, turning her head as she pulled up in front of him.

( 'Well, hi there.' )*ooc- big thanks to TR for playing Dwayne!*

Warning for violent content.

A few hours after Marton and Angel meet up here. Angel has gone downstairs and is sitting at a table in the dark corner of the pub.

After Harry has his meeting with Michael Caine here and talking to Sean, Harry decides a beer and a few wings would be in order.

(  You stand in the sunlight, Letting it blaze around you, Creating wings of fire, And you look to be an angel, One of wrath and vengeance.  )