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Angel, table, pickle tub on floor next to said table, pizza (pineapple-bacon-extra cheese, of course) ripe for sharing...
...Wait, are those ice cubes in that soda? It's a red-letter day, given Angel's cold issues.

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He's leaning against a wall not too far off, smiling from behind his glass of wine.

When Angel notices, he just raises an eyebrow.
...Hey, he gets stared at all the time. That's nothing new.

He's not staring so much as peering in interest.

"And that makes two."

"Two what?"

"People man enough to fill a skirt."

He saunters his way to the table.

"I mean, you see all kinds of things here... but I wasn't sure that kind of thing would fly."

It's a soft southern drawl.

Angel smirks. "At least two around here besides me. And actually, it goes over better here than it did in New York, in its way."

"Sounds good to me. The only flying it did back home was usually me out of the bar," he answers. "Then again, I only came in today."

"Some people just have no taste."

"Me or them?" he asks with a smirk of his own. He points to one of the chairs.

"Mind if I sit, sugar?"

Angel shrugs. "Go right ahead."

He flops down and nods.

"Thanks."

He looks over the assembled food and drink.

"Interesting mix."

"I'll admit the pineapple's an acquired taste, but it's really not half bad."

He shrugs.

"Wouldn't really know. We don't exactly have that in town. The only decent pizza's from this one Italian who moved to town a year or so ago and he tends to cater to local tastes."

"It's all in knowing where to look. And you can get whatever the hell you want here - not just pizza, either."

He nods and sips at his wine.

"This probably won't help but I haven't had any of the decent stuff since Raleigh."

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