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He’d grin, showing off those rows of wolfish sharp teeth. “Angel, eh? Hmph, coulda guessed that if given th’ opportunity.” He would bring a cigar to those lips, chomping down on it like a feral animal would chomp upon a bone. He’d light it using a blow-torch, he never was one for being subtle. “Name’s LOBO, Angel. Mighta heard o’ me, mighta not. Got banned from dis joint a while back.” He puffed some smoke. “An’ I don’ just mean the hotel, neither.”
Lobo leaned his muscular arm against the bar top, cigar hanging from his mouth playfully. “Couldn’t agree more! Problem is, what good is company iffin’ yer stuck here, right?” He raised an eyebrow, testing the waters a bit.












