In combination of Charlie's scream and the sudden appearance of the demon in question, Angel nearly jumped out of his own skin. Fucking Hell! His heart has been through enough this evening as it is. Throwing back another shot in quick session, he spun on the stool to look at Alastor. Someone looked like they were back to their old self. Though remembering the puppet show Buckley put on earlier, he had a feeling it was just a cover. Never the less, Angel grinned back.

"Damn, Smiles. You had time to do all that?" Angel reached out to take a mug for himself as well. "It smells good. Thanks~"

Spinning back around to the bar, without bothering to ask he snatched up a bottle of Bailey's and poured himself a hefty amount into the hot sweet drink. Must. Drown. Out. Thoughts. Putting the bottle back in place he took a long sip. Yep, everything was fine Charlie. Just fiiiiine.

"Mmm~ that hits the spot." Angel curled his fingers tightly around the mug. "Are all the gifts passed out all ready?"