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Angel clearly feels my anxiety He steps forward but I pull hi I want is to cause a scene I’el wants, too, but I can already tell that there are soht fuck this up

“Cyrus,” Angel barks through the crowd to his old friend Thedown a pint of beer When he’s finished, he slalass down on the nearest table and the crowd cheers

“Yo!” C

yrus shouts back to Angel

Angel gestures for his friend to coes

“What’s up?” he asks, his speech slightly slurred froames

Angel gestures towards the table of undesirables “Are those your rowls

Cyrus blinks and leans forward, trying to see through his beer-goggles “No, no, those are just soers or h Probably har the you?”

Angel sneers and shifts in his spot “Not yet”

Cyrus wipes his lip “Well, if they do, let o for a little barroom brawl”

Angel grunts and turns his back to the guilty table I linger on theer They don’t seem particularly disturbed Must be because they’re drunk or just stupid

Angel grabs the drink thethe contents on the floor before crushing the glass in his fist

The night is cool but I’el’s arm I didn’t drink inning of the night, and I don’t think he did either, but I feel tipsy nonetheless

A light rain drizzles down over us as Cyrus and a few of his men stretch in the street before us “Let’s head hoh”

Angel’s hand wraps around o ahead We’ll catch up”