Allen Francis Doyle
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"May you be in Heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead."
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Post by Allen Francis Doyle on Nov 18, 2004 20:57:40 GMT -5
Doyle couldn’t help but smile. Angel reminded him so much of his brother it was uncanny. Perhaps that was the reason he’d tried so hard to make this odd partnership work. When he looked at Angel it was his brother’s ghost he saw staring back. But Doyle never talked much about himself. He was comfortable with the little Cordelia and Angel knew. At least what his former wife Harriet had revealed. – That he used to teach third grade and volunteered at a soup kitchen, though he doubted they knew that had been in Boston. No, the less they knew the better. The sins he had to atone for cut deep and even he wasn’t quite ready to face the music for a lot of it. “Right you are. Will here’s been a real sport about all of this I take it if you’re a friend of Angel’s that this isn’t as hard a thing to fathom for a gal like you?”<br>His arm swung around Willow’s shoulders as he gave her a look that said this was all going to be a memory in no time.
He withdrew from the obviously uncomfortable girl reaching for the glass as he poured another dosage. Doyle rolled the single malt scotch over his tongue and then swallowed the mouthful with a look of relief. Setting the empty glass on the table Doyle’s mouth dropped at the offer Angel offered, his hopes of wooing the new girl sinking quickly. “The ‘peach’ here says sees a witch, now isn’t there some kinda spell we could do to see if we can find this demon thing?” Doyle half assedly paged though an ancient book looking for an illustration that jumped out as familiar, but so far he wasn’t having any luck. “Buffy…?” The Irishman looked up at the mention of the name and then a look of remembering came over his face. “Oh yeah the looker with the blonde hair…” Immediately he regretted mentioning her in front of Angel, let alone bringing up the idea that he found her attractive. But hiding behind flirtations and humor was just how he kept his dark past in the past. No one here needed to know about his life back in Ireland.
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Angel
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You guys go on. I think I'll stay here and not burst into flames.
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Post by Angel on Nov 18, 2004 21:16:37 GMT -5
Angel paced once again in the small cluttered basement offices that made up their ragtag group of Angel Investigations at home. With a sigh he messed spiked hair turning around again looking back towards Doyle. The two got along, and he was surprised how quickly the two had this odd friendship. Maybe it was something depper that the two men never openly admitted. The need for atonement. No one could understand that more than him with all the wicked he’d done over the years, the blood on his hands.
His head nodded as he turned around again pacing now the other direction. “It’s just, I didn’t expect I’d see you again Willow, it’s nice to. Your welcome to stick around…we could use your help.” He stopped looking back to the pair his eyes narrowing some towards Doyle who removed his arm from Willow. He knew it was his friends style. He’d been going after Cordelia as well.
“Don’t spend money on some roach infested place, you’ve got three offers on the table.” He nodded towards Doyle “Yeah, last time I was in Sunnydale she was getting pretty powerful with her spells. Your still practicing aren’t you Willow?” but his countance changed as Buffy’s name was brought up and Doyle looked through a book. He knew after visions Doyle wasn’t always himself, with the added liquor but how he put Buffy, it struck a cord in the Vampire and jaw clenched some.
Though he had to seem unphased and he turned “Keep looking Doyle. I think we’re going to need to stop by the Host though. Once she comes around that is.” his gaze turned over towards Fred.
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Faith
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"Dude, you just saved a puppy..."
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Post by Faith on Nov 18, 2004 21:52:08 GMT -5
“…she’s gonna need it.” The words plunged toward her like a hand in the pool of unconsciousness. With a groan she shifted her hand to her face. Faith could feel bruises thudding on her arms, legs, and predominantly her jaw. She clenched her teeth, noting that they felt loose. A good sign that at least the slaying or the ‘laying’ was worth the effort, her mind was still trying to wrap around what had happened. Blinking against the overhead lights she rolled to her feet noting that the room was spinning quite crazily. A mixture of neoclassical meets contemporary blurred to and fro and then her gaze anchored in on the one thing that didn’t seem to quite fit in this setting, the handsome man in the suit.
Faith swallowed then moistened her lips and knit her brow together. He looked familiar somehow… was THIS the guy that she’d banged the night before? Her mismanaged hair fell into coal tinted eyes and annoyed the rogue slayer tossed the offending threads out of her face to get a better look at the suited guy leaning on the desk. Her head cleared more and then as she realized where she was and whose office she was in her eyes widened. “You son of a bitch!” She growled, lunging for the lawyer in an attempt to break his nose with her fist.
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Fred
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I know what it's like to be squirrelly and a freak.
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Post by Fred on Nov 18, 2004 21:54:56 GMT -5
Fred was floating in a sea of formulas. The numbers, letters and symbols swirled around her as she hovered, not sure if she was alive or dead. She could hear voices, but they sounded vague and far away. She was aware that she was moving, that she was wet and freezing cold. She slowly became more convinced she was dead.
Someone was shaking her- or was she shaking- and urging her to wake up. She pushed at the powerful, yet gentle hands on her arms and opened her eyes. She stared up into the handsome face and the worried brown eyes. Fred smiled slightly and flinched when her face began to throb. “Handsome man saved me,” she murmured to Angel.
Suddenly, the guards, the cave and the cemetery came rushing back to her. She struggled to sit up, her entire body crying out in pain. She was covered in scrapes, scratches and bruises, almost every muscle in her body feeling as if it had been badly strained. Moaning, she dropped back down on the couch and stared around fearfully.
“The guards…they’ve taken on human form!” She raised a shaking hand, pointing at the group gathered around her. Then, she began to cry softly. “I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead! They finally found me and cut my head off! But how can I be talking if I have no head?” She reached up cautiously and checked to see if her head was still where it belonged. A look of relief flitted across her face before it crumpled again and she resumed crying. “I guess they’d re-attach my head in heaven!”<br>
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Lindsey McDonald
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My firm may not want you dead? but Im cool with it.
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Post by Lindsey McDonald on Nov 18, 2004 22:06:11 GMT -5
Eyeing her as she focused in and out of consciousness, his brow rose slightly. She was going to be pissed, he knew that- there was no denying it. However, there was no way of getting in touch with her any other way, and even then, it was never a definite if she’d even come. “Calm down Faith…”
However, his words were too late as she sprang towards him with a cry of “You son of a bitch!” a term he wasn’t too fond of. Narrowing his eyes towards her, he ducked and spun his chair around. He could only see her fist go straight through the leather of his most comfortable chair yet.
“Damnit, I liked that chair Faith.” Shaking his head, he pulled back the chair. The noise of the loud ‘clang’ against the window echoing in the quiet room. “Don’t be so pissy because your big bad Slayerness” his voice was as sarcastic as it could get, “got beat… face it Faith, we need to talk… there’s something out there that YOU caused. I need YOU to help me find it.”<br> His eyes narrowed as he stared at the woman on the desk. His secretary entering with the black coffee. Staring for a moment she shook slightly before placing the cup and saucer on the little table by the door and shutting it behind her.
Lindsey stood over Faith and eyed her. “We need to talk… you need to sober up.”
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Faith
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"Dude, you just saved a puppy..."
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Post by Faith on Nov 18, 2004 22:38:49 GMT -5
Her fist missed the lawyer by a few inches, plunging though the back of the chair on the other side of the desk, and she felt her hip slam into the edge of mahogany with a crunch. The desk slid a bit with the force that was behind the swing and the sprint toward Lindsey. Sprawled across the man’s desk, Faith had managed to knock over the lamp, cascade paperwork and the blotter off the side and end up lying in a somewhat provocative position adjacent Mr. McDonald. The pain awakened more of her senses and with it came thought and reason. If the firm wanted her dead, or wishing for dead she wouldn’t be here in this office, which would be too risky even with their security. Faith knew if she were in really, really bad shape she’d be in the darkest hole the firm had to offer a being of chaos like her.
“I’d get sober a lot faster if your brute squad didn’t feel the need to keep jabbing me with their little needles! Besides, there are so many other things I’d prefer to be jabbed with,” she purred. Fingertips brushed against the corner of her mouth as eyes looked the lawyer up and down. He wasn’t really her type unless you counted the dark piercing stare or the secret she’d guessed about his sexual fetishes. But that never really stopped her before so why change. “If you boys wanted me so badly all ya had to do was ask. – So you say not only do I have to kill one big fluffy puppy named Angel, but I have to do double duty just because your stupid mystics didn’t do their homework? This is bullshit Lindsey. How much is your firm gonna shell out for this, cause if you think I’m gonna charity case kill that ‘thing’ you’re dead wrong.”<br>
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Angel
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You guys go on. I think I'll stay here and not burst into flames.
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Post by Angel on Nov 19, 2004 10:45:52 GMT -5
Angel shifted his weight as the woman on the sofa started to move and groan. He stepped closer to the side looking over her brows narrowing some as he studied her. His hands took a soft grip around her arms shaking her some “Wake up…Listen.” The girl woke up muttering something then she struggled to sit up.
Moving the Vampire applied a small amount of pressure to get her to lie back down. “Your only going to hurt yourself more if you do that. And I don’t think that would feel any better.” His deep eyes studied her as she looked up fearfully towards him, taking a knee by the couch Angel stayed close to Fred. “What guards? Were not guards…were here to help you miss.” Teeth gritted some as he tried to calm her down looking over his shoulder “Cordy go get a cup of coffee for her, Gunn see what else there might be in my closet.” His attention was brought back to Fred “My names Angel…” he paused for a second after she went on about thinking she was dead and in heaven “ Your not dead, and your not in heaven. Your in my office…we found you in the Graveyard. What’s your name?”<br>
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Cordelia Chase
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Stranger things have happened. No... wait... they really haven't.
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Post by Cordelia Chase on Nov 21, 2004 21:52:47 GMT -5
Cordelia wrapped her arms around herself, realizing she was shivering. She had forgotten about her bloody sweater and the nasty welt under her eye. Those thoughts had been pushed to the back of her mind when she had seen the condition of the girl who had run into her. The girl was thin, almost too thin, and wearing rags made of something like burlap. Old scars around her dirty wrists indicated that she had been bound in chains. Wounds, old and fresh, dotted her face, arms and what she could see of her legs.
Cordy felt almost guilty for bitching about her sweater. At least she had cashmere. The poor girl didn’t look like she had seen cashmere in, well, ages. Peering over Angel’s shoulder, she saw the girl starting to wake up and when she did, she was shocked at the things pouring out of her mouth.
“Talk about cryptic!” she said, frowning. One look from Angel had her moving in the direction from the coffee maker and she wondered if the mystery girl was crazy. They did, after all, pull her from an open grave in a cemetery. Well, Doyle did. Shrugging to herself, Cordy poured a mug of coffee and put a little cream and sugar to it. She drank it that way and hoped mystery girl would like as well.
She pushed her way through the knot of people gathered around the couch and a now very awake Fred. Fred’s eyes shifted fearfully toward Cordelia and Cordy gave her what she thought was a re-assuring smile as she handed her the coffee mug.
“It’s okay. It’s coffee. It’s good for you. It’ll help warm you up.” She ignored a snide crack Doyle made about the quality of her coffee and nodded encouragement as Fred took the mug. “Go ahead.”<br> Fred tentatively reached out and took the proffered mug. She sipped it and immediately began to cough. “I think my esophagus is melting!” she choked.
Cordy reached for the mug and grabbed it before Fred could spill it all over Angel’s jacket. Sniffing it, she grimaced. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I gave you the five day old espresso. Let me go make a fresh pot.”<br>
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Fred
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I know what it's like to be squirrelly and a freak.
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Post by Fred on Nov 21, 2004 22:42:40 GMT -5
Fred looked up at Angel, his reassuring tone getting through her panic. Settling back against the couch cushions, she looked around carefully at the gathered faces. All were concerned and one, a pretty girl with a blood stained sweater, had a nasty welt under one eye. Reaching up tentatively, Fred felt a corresponding knot on her face from where she had cracked skulls with Cordy. An apology formed in her mind, but she held onto it, not sure if she could trust the people gathered around her, including the handsome stranger now hovering over her.
It had been so long since she had seen other humans under their own power that she wasn’t quite sure how to react. Hell, she wasn’t quite sure if what she was seeing was real or a product of her over worked mind. The five years she had spent in servitude and on the run had come very close to robbing her completely of her sanity. She desperately wanted to believe that she had somehow returned home, to the world she had known. It was what she had longed for, even when the idea that she may have been born into the hell that was Pylea had begun to take hold.
“I-I’m not dead?” she asked, her tone tentative. Glancing around nervously, she realized that none of the people had made any type of move toward her and she relaxed minutely.
Cordelia emerged and offered her a green ceramic mug. Fred shied away from the gesture and Cordelia urged her to take it, drink from it, her tone soothing. Sniffing it cautiously, Fred felt something familiar click in her brain telling her that it was okay to drink. She gulped from the mug and almost immediately regretted it. The coffee had the consistency of sludge and it was very, very strong, making her feel as if her entire throat was melting as it went down.
She was grateful when Cordelia grabbed the mug from her before she could spill anything on the nice man’s jacket. Someone brought her a paper cup of water and she gulped it gratefully. Her stomach growled and she looked around hopefully. “Does anyone have a taco?”<br>#nosmileys
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Lindsey McDonald
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My firm may not want you dead? but Im cool with it.
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Post by Lindsey McDonald on Dec 1, 2004 21:14:35 GMT -5
His eyes scanned over the girl who laid across his desk-and man if he weren’t a lawyer. Fixing his tie so it lay loose he smirked at her comments. “Bullshit you would’ve just come-and to top it off, when am I supposed to find you, whenever the fuck you feel like showing up? No Faith, when we want someone, or something, we get it-any way it takes.”<br> He smirked slightly before looking her over. She was bruised on the hip alright, as he could see from the low-rise jeans she wore religiously. “And as for charity work, you know we’ll spot another ten in there… but as for our fault… no, this is YOUR fault. I gave you an assignment to do what you did at the g’damn graveyard, NOT in the middle of the damn street. But no, you had to do one here and one there-not two at the graveyard. Where you were supposed to.” His voice was firm, if not a growl as he spoke.
“I want you to know that we appreciate your business… but you are going to find this creature and bring it here, if it’s the last thing you do. One of our most faithful clients-and the one who will be paying for it’s capture, ordered it special… and now it’s your duty to pick the thing up.” He turned slightly and looked her in the eyes. “Got that Faith?”<br>
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Allen Francis Doyle
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"May you be in Heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead."
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Post by Allen Francis Doyle on Dec 3, 2004 12:45:50 GMT -5
“Keep looking Doyle,” the broad shouldered vampire intoned. Ok so it was a low blow to directly mention how attractive and for that matter how attracted to Buffy he was. Hell at this point, he hadn’t seen any action since his ex-wife, and all this hanging around Angel and his entourage of hot woman was going to kill him. A Cheshire grin worked over the Irishman’s face, softening his already homely expression. Angel was right. This wasn’t the place for him to pick up chicks, natural disposition or not. “The host eh,” At this Doyle winced, the memory of Angel singing the worst rendition of Barry Manilow’s ‘Mandy’
he’d ever had the displeasure of needing to sit though springing to mind. “Oh sure… count me in.” he said with a wide-eyed look and a cynical tenor. Forefinger and thumb squeezed the bridge of his nose as he almost wished for a vision so he’d have an excuse not to sit though the big guy butchering another song for the masses of demons and humans who frequented Caritas. The saving grace was the enchantment that blocked all forms of demonic violence. So at the very least Angel and Co. wouldn’t have to suffer being stoned to death after forcing the masses to suffer the torture of their off-key performance. The wraith of a girl stirred and began to ramble with her slight southern accent. Doyle watched the interaction between her and Angel with increasing interest. Not only was she simply the strangest person he’d seen in L.A. but she was also exceedingly adorable. As Cordy put the mug into Fred’s hands he practically jumped out of his seat. Was she insane? Subjecting Fred to some of Cordelia’s coffee was just about the worst torture he could think of. “No, no, no, no, let me…” Doyle stood with a groan walking past Cordelia to the coffee maker where he began to make a pot of java that wasn’t cleverly concealed battery acid. Doyle looked up from the machine, “well it’s refreshing to hear that you’re hungry, but Mexican at this hour? – Looks like we’re gonna have to give Caritas a visit after all, Barry Manilow or not.”<br>
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Faith
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"Dude, you just saved a puppy..."
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Post by Faith on Dec 5, 2004 22:58:33 GMT -5
“You don’t get it yet, do you Lin? Lawyers… always feel they gotta play rough. Well, with me I guess rough is pretty dead on, but, I can think of a few more things I’d rather get bruises from…” Teeth dragged the side of her lip, as her warm doe eyes slowly glazed up the lawyer’s frame, and then met with his. “Another ten grand? Mr. Suit and Tie you got yourself a deal. And next time you make sure your precious little soothsayers keep me in the loop. Oh, and tell your boys to stay outta my way. Who knows, I might just prove I’m your new secret weapon.”<br>Faith reached up the adjusted Lindsey’s tie, tightening the knot into the hollow of his throat. “Mm… I can almost see your new corner office. Though next time, hire a different decorator, this place really screams ‘over compensating’.”<br>The Slayer slid off the desk, boots thudding against the carpeted floor heavily. Bending from a crouched animalistic stance to her full height, Faith curled her head back and winked. “See you around Lindsey. And next… skip the foreplay.”<br> She exited the office with a smile on her lips. Passing the secretary who was carrying a tray of refreshments she slapped her backside. “Bang up job you’re doing Delores.” She laughed, “I see why the kid keeps you around.” She held her arms wide in a defensive posture as she passed a trio of gawking lawyers. Her sheepish grin spoke volumes. She didn’t give a shit who was watching, what she did or who she impressed. These fuck-jobs had no idea how little she had to lose. Break it down this was a paycheck, nothing more. Well… maybe a little more, but she wasn’t about to open up that can of physiological baggage.
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Angel
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You guys go on. I think I'll stay here and not burst into flames.
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Post by Angel on Jan 24, 2005 20:10:56 GMT -5
Angel scowled some turning to look around at Doyle. He knew what he was thinking, he was thinking it himself. That awful singing, Lorne insisted if he wanted to know his destiny that he, had, to sing. The brooding vampire would have opted not to. “Don’t even…besides…I’m not going to be singing this time.” He muttered turning his attentions back to Fred after the mess with Cordy and the bad coffee.
Shifting once again he looked to Fred, and she stared back up towards him. They still didn’t have a name. Moving he placed a hand on her shoulder after she coughed about the sludge that tried to pass as something drinkable, before Doyle started to offer his ‘cooking’ skills to make a fresh pot. “That’s Cordiela and Doyle. Over there is Gunn and Willow. And I already introduced myself. You don’t have to worry…were just trying to figure out how you managed to end up in the graveyard Miss…”
Brows narrowed some as Doyle commented about Barry Manilow lips formed a scowl as well. “Har, har...Like you’d do any better.” Turning to face Fred he gave her a brief hint of a smile. “Don’t mind him…half of the time he’s not listening to himself.” Raising to his feet he shifted extending his hand to the girl.
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Fred
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I know what it's like to be squirrelly and a freak.
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Post by Fred on Feb 5, 2005 19:04:11 GMT -5
Fred gazed up into the handsome, concerned face, feeling her fear ebb slowly. She seemed to be in a good place, where she felt she could actually relax for the first time in five years.
She offered a slender, scarred hand and her lips twitched slightly in a smile. "I-I'm Fred. It's short for Winifred, but only..." She trailed off and frowned, trying to remember who would call her Winifred. Her memories were murky, clouded by years of terror and survival. Tears stung her eyes as she looked up at Angel. "I-I don't really remember much."
Fred heard the soft drawl in her voice, her mind working overtime to dredge up her memories. She suddenly felt overwhelmed and very, very tired. "I don't want to run or hide or be in a place where people's heads disappear and they put collars on you and call you a cow."
Sitting up, she reached a trembling hand into a crudely sewn pocket on her dress and pulled a laminated card from it. "I kept this with me, to remind me of places other than where I was." She handed her driver's license to Angel. "I didn't want to be forgotten."
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Allen Francis Doyle
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"May you be in Heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead."
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Post by Allen Francis Doyle on Mar 1, 2005 22:29:40 GMT -5
“So this here is like the Mos Eisley for all things inhuman in LA, but I suspect that you won’t be seeing Luke Skywalker anytime soon…” Doyle joked as they entered, hoping his good humor would break the ice with the newcomers to Lorne’s place of business. As he took in the sights he puffed a deliberate and exaggerated sigh, “Then again I have been wrong before… Come on,” he gestured to the group, “First round’s on Angel.” He winked saddling up to a table and gesturing to a waitress.
On the stage a purple and yellow demon-type thing was singing a bad rendition of “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me” while the menagerie of onlookers listened with approval. It was a sight that was hard to get used to, even for a half demon like himself. The Irishman placed his order of a beer and a shot, glad when the drinks finally arrived and he could begin to numb away the residual headache and urge to flee from the terrible singing.
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