The Broken Bottle Pub

[Felix Dolohov]

((*SNEAKS ON DURING LUNCHBREAK AT WORK*))

Felix leaned on his mop, watching them debate with an eyebrow shifting into his hair line, he hadn't been aware that there were so many different kinds of vampire. He knew some vampires were dicks, others were pathetic, some were just weird and others were just like anyone else but with with a blood fetish. Still, he supposed that was why Edgehaven made a perfect Vampire warren, no sunlight meant the vulnerable vamps didn't have to worry about the sun.

"Smart money goes to Madoc. It was rather a surprise for my mother when I came out with fangs," he admitted dryly, "Evidentally, dad forgot to mention his dietary requirements."

[Azrael Jiraco]

((Despite the implication that Azrael and Carla should know each other, they haven't actually met. Azrael was incapitated before that stage in the Devil's Advocates. Sad times. However, if a name is mentioned, Azrael should be able to vaguley remember it from the records studied prior to the battle.))

Judging by the information Madoc had utilised to come up with that conclusion, Azrael's suspicion that he and Felix had a history together was confirmed. How significant, he couldn't yet tell. Another observation he made was the obvious one: Madoc uses his head; therefore, he wasn't good for nothing drunk that he had first made him out to be.

"What's your name, son?" He asked Madoc.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix snort/choked at the 'son' comment and grinned to himself as he quickly busied himself with the mop. Madoc was about 26 that wasn't... wasn't really the age where someone was particularly comfortable being referred to as 'son' by a complete stranger who didn't even look ten years older than you. If the stranger looked like he was perhaps in his fifties then Felix could understand the statement but coming from a guy who looked closer to their age than Felix's mother did was quite funny.

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc grinned. "Damn, I'm smart in the mornings." He finished his breakfast and shoved his plate back. He snorted and almost shoved the plate off the bar at Azrael's 'son' remark. He managed to catch it though, pulled it back a little and turned to Azrael.

"Madoc," he replied grinning. "Madoc Wythers. You?" He wasn't sure whether Azrael would give his real name, but it was only polite. "Incidentally, I'm only a few years younger than you are. 'Son' is probably a bit... weird."

[Carla Glenn]

((Regarding the whole Carla/Az thing, yeah, I've been writing it the same way. They never met, but same as for Azrael, Carla will have studied then-Circle members and got intel from Hope, so his name may ring alarm bells. Plus I like to think she's seen images of them all, like blurry captured CCTV and stuff, which is why he looks vaugly familiar to her and she can't place why.))

Carla tried not to laugh at Felix's revelation.
"You mean she didn't know he was a vampire? I call BS! There's no way she couldn't have known that! I mean, he'd have no body heat for one!" She giggled, and laughed to Azrael and Madoc (forgetting Azrael had no idea who she was).

"Can you imagine of my mum had tried that one? 'Oh gee, sorry, didn't realise you were a demon. I thought those horns were just a fancy dress costume'. Pfft, you're crazy!" She laughed to herself again, despite beginning to get the sinking feeling one of the helpful know-it-alls in the pub was about to point out that demons had a human form too.

And that Felix might be slightly offended that she was, essentially, laughing at his mum.

[Azrael Jiraco]

"Force of habit," explained Azrael. Madoc, however, looked like he was still in his mid twenties.
"But if you must know, I am 31. My name is Azrael." He finsihed the last of his cola and gestured his glass to Felix to refill it.
"What do you do, Madoc?"

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc raised an eyebrow at Carla. "You sure you've sobered up yet?" he asked, grinning. "And you shouldn't poke fun at people getting their species confused, it's not so easy after a few pints y'know." He added, remembering an embarrasing incident involving a lycan at a New Years party several years previously.

"Ah no worries." He said to Azrael. "Only 31, huh? Only 5 years difference then." He chugged the rest of his almost-cold coffee. "Do?" He asked with a wry smile, "This, generally. Prop up the bar, make Fe's life a misery, generally make a nusciance of myself." He explained. "I keep thinking I should get a job, but I never seem to get round to it."

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix snorted at Carla, "I can't claim my mother was the brightest bulb in the bunch. She hated both of us with a passion and didn't even bother trying to divorce my old man when he crawled into a bottle and couldn't be arsed to come out." He refrained from twitching when the girl mentioned about her demonic heritage, not a smart thing to mention around strangers - Felix really didn't want a fight breaking out in here, he was good, but the stranger had a buttload of experience under his belt if the sheer nonchalance he displayed was any indication. Still, no matter how good you were, you couldn't dodge shotgun shells unless you were Supernatural, and this guy smelled as human as you could get.

"You have a job, its professional bum," the blond told his friend with a small smile as he continued mopping.

[Azrael Jiraco]

"Is that so?" Azrael asked, rhetorically.
"Well, Madoc... Can you fight?" He asked. He knew this question would cause suspicion and confusion but he didn't really care. His true motive was to find out if Madoc would a viable choice for recruitment.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla laughed a little to herself. She gave Felix a knowing smile when he ranted about his parents.
"Hey, any consolation, my parents... probably worse than your parents." She figured that wasn't much open for debate. Her father was a literal monster from Hell itself, and her mother was...well, somebody willing to sleep with a literal monster from Hell itself.

There was a reason Rino had practically raised her. Although, when she thought about it, he was one of the worse types of monster from Hell itself, so really, she couldn't win either way.

She smiled at Azrael's questioning of Madoc.
"Hey, this guy I like. Out of everybody in this bar, he asks Madoc first if he's a fighter." She smiled, gesturing to Azrael, unaware of course that things could have been worse. Dillon could have been there (where ever the bizarre slayer had got to). If the question of fighting came up, they'd all have to sit and listen to stories of ways to kill things with swords for the next three hours if he was around...

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc gave a brief snort at Felix's comment to him. "Don't you have to get paid to be a professional anything? Or am I getting my wages in room and board now?" He teased.

He raised an eyebrow at Azrael's question, Then he fished another battered cigarette out of his pocket and lit it while he considered. He stuck his tongue out at Carla again for good measure. "I'm the obvious choice," he told her with a grin, "are you not seeing my stallion-like muscles?" He laughed.

"Hmmm.... it depends what you mean by fight." he told Azrael after a while, grabbing an ashtray and knocking the ash from his cigarette into it. "I can survive well enough and give the other guy a few decent injuries, and I know which end of a sword to stick into someone, but if you're talking about all that fancy ninja-stuff - martial arts and proper fencing and all that stuff .... no."

He took another drag of his cigarette. "I hope that wasn't an invitation to step outside and have a boxing match," he added, blowing the smoke over his shoulder, "because it's a bit early in the morning for that."

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix made a hum of agreement to Carla, but figured that was a can of worms she did not wish to be opened in mixed and uncertain company. Or at all if she could avoid it. To be honest, apart from the fact his father was a drunkard and his mother hated them both, no one had no idea about them, how they behaved. The Day Walker had just gotten so used to hiding the fact or telling half of the truth that it never seemed to be all that important to actually tell people how bad it could be on some days. Then again, having a Demon for a parent and the dumb bitch who slept with it for parents was probably a fuck-ton worse than his situation. Still, pity would not be appreciated.

Then the subject of a fight caught his ears and he growled, narrowing his eyes at the stranger, "Anyone who starts trouble in my pub, won't be coming back in," he bit out, it was only the fact that this person had yet to make a threatening move to the other human that prevented Felix from bodily putting himself between the two. He had absolutely no illusions about beating the other human, he wasn't a dumbass, but he could take more punishment than Madoc could, and distract the other guy long enough for his friend to either get the shotgun from behind the counter, or get Zack and Dillon as back-up.

Afterall, mad skills or not, an insane Slayer and one of Lemartes's best hit-men would give pretty much most people reason to pause and evaluate how many different kinds of stupid it would be to continue their behaviour.

[Azrael Jiraco]

Azrael allowed himself to chuckle at Madoc's comment and Felix's threat. He wasn't at all intimidated by his tone in the slightest, for Azrael had come far and had complete trust in his skills... And his weapons. Regardless, a fight was not what was on his mind.
"No, not at all. I was simply asking out of curiosity. If you are curently looking for work, you should apply to the Night Watch." Although this was a statement, Azrael left it open for an answer.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla's head snapped around like a snake sensing a mouse at those words. Instantly, all of her joking and laughing had slipped away. There was that faint static buzz in the air once more. Barely noticeable, but anybody close to Carla could feel their hairs stand on end.

"What did you just say?" She asked, almost in a whisper. She looked at Azrael closely, as if trying to remember where she'd seen his face. "Azrael... Azrael..." She repeated to herself.

Suddenly, her face broke into a grin.

"Azrael Turnbull. Second in command of the Night Watch." She said out loud with a smile as she finally remembered her training, and all that time spent studying the then Circle's members preparing for battle. Oddly, Azrael hadn't been there at the end. "I thought you were dead!" She exclaimed, which was the truth. She had always assumed Rino had killed him.

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc snorted with laughter. "Me? In the Night Watch?" He laughed loudly, choking on his smoke. After a few moments, he caught his breath, wiped a tear from his eye and sighed. "You're a funny man, Azrael. Me in the Night Watch..." he shook his head. "Nah, you're alright there. Not my scene, all that glory and saving people stuff."

He was suddenly aware of Carla repeating Azrael's name and the hair on his arms crackling and standing up straight. "Uh-oh...." He backed his chair away from Carla, getting ready to dive behind the bar if all Hell broke loose. This probably wouldn't end well. Still, at least he didn't have to pretend he didn't know who Azrael was any more. The cat was out of the bag, as it were.