The corners of Angel's lips twisted up into a wicked smirk. Oh, he thinks he maybe could help in the sweetness department. But before he could dish out another cheesy pickup like, his game was thrown off by the sudden appearance of Alastor by his side. Excuse him, Al, he's working here.

Angel looked over at the deer with a cocked brow. "What are ya goin' on about? Me and Husk were talking drinks. What ever else you think is goin' on is on you." Angel's eyes snapped back to the bartender. "So whose dick I gotta suck for a drink?"