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Someone left SOMETHING in my bar!
Date: April 30, 2003
Status: Public
Setting: The Bar
Summary: Joe finds Ishtar's leftovers
Joe came down to the bar whistling softly to himself. He had slept comparatively well the last night and was therefore in a rather good mood.
His eyebrows went up as he saw that someone had left a box on one of the tables.
Someone had scrawled a message on it in red - lipstick?
Uppers, downers and shake-em-all-abouters.
Help yourselves.
Ishtar.
A glance inside showed him an assortment of things that he doubted were legal. Now what to do with them? He certainly would not leave them where someone could find them. the right thing to do probably would have been notifying the authorities.
Something, however, stopped him. He had the impression that bringing down a drug raid on the manor was not the wisest thing to do.
He moved over to the dust bin to dispose of the box there for the moment.
Status: Public
Setting: The Bar
Summary: Joe finds Ishtar's leftovers
Joe came down to the bar whistling softly to himself. He had slept comparatively well the last night and was therefore in a rather good mood.
His eyebrows went up as he saw that someone had left a box on one of the tables.
Someone had scrawled a message on it in red - lipstick?
Uppers, downers and shake-em-all-abouters.
Help yourselves.
Ishtar.
A glance inside showed him an assortment of things that he doubted were legal. Now what to do with them? He certainly would not leave them where someone could find them. the right thing to do probably would have been notifying the authorities.
Something, however, stopped him. He had the impression that bringing down a drug raid on the manor was not the wisest thing to do.
He moved over to the dust bin to dispose of the box there for the moment.
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As he went over to the beer tap to draw a glass for McLeod, he addressed Gabriel: "They're particularly impressive when they're clean and shiny like that," he said. "Do they actually carry you in flight?"
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And hadn't this man mentioned Raphael earlier?
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Had Duncan and Atlan cleaned him up so well that the other angels had never realised?
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Gabriel leaned over the counter, reaching for Joe's hand to shake it in gratitude. "Thank you."
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Before you grab my hand and almost throw me off balance, he added silently. People never realised how easy that was exactly.
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He hadn't seen his mentor in ages, and what was this about him being injured? Once Gabriel confirmed or denied that this Raphael was the correct one, Aziraphale would go see him.
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Aziraphael had been close to Raphael, he knew; the Healer had been like a mentor to him. Gabriel nodded towards the door. "He's in Room 110. He's a little weak at the moment, but I think he'll be happy to see you."
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"There's this other guy, Atlan. Tall, white hair but looking no older than I," he said honestly. "He had quite a hand in healing your friend enough to let him pull through the night I'd say. More than I did."
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He busied himself behind the counter.
"I'm glad to hear he's going to be okay. He looked terrible last night. Tell him he's welcome here anytime."
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Gabriel nodded. "I'll pass on the message. Thank you."
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"I thought you know what I am," he said.
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