In his alcoholic haze, Pestilence was less than observant. Yet there was something about the woman that walked into the bar. She looked familiar. Almost... almost like Mary. He blinked dim eyes a few times, trying to decide if the woman he saw before him was real or hallucination. She walked up to the bar and ordered a glass of water. A flicker of interest sparked in Pestilence's chest. Water. In a bar. Just like something Uriel would do. He smiled at the memory, even if it did twinge in his breast.
Well, what the hell, he thought. Perhaps, for a fleeting moment this distraction would take his mind off of his beloved angel.
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Date: 2006-04-20 06:22 am (UTC)Well, what the hell, he thought. Perhaps, for a fleeting moment this distraction would take his mind off of his beloved angel.
"Hello there, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?"