[Clearly at first Angel wasn't amused by Alastor's first puck, his brows furrowing. Really? A nameless nobody? Fucking hell, Al. At least he gave you a title character.

Huffing a snort, Angel scooped up his drink, glancing away to stare at the Wall of liquor bottles behind the bar.]

Nice save, Smiles.

Of course I'm main character material. And you know Alice was one some sort of drug. You can't tell me that she wasn't tripping on something.