set: june 13th, afternoon location: pest night club availability: closed | @geniegrays
"If it isn't little Gray." The voice came out louder than it needed to be, as Milo emerged from the offices above the nightclub. He'd heard the Angel was less than pleased with the execution of the rat over a month ago. Something he did not regret in the slightest, nor did he care if anyone disagreed with the way it was handled. Priscilla knew what she did and she knew that the only way out of Pestilence was a casket once initiated. Still, he'd kept his distance. Whether it was out of respect for Fletcher to not end up driving his sister away or not wanting to drive her away because he didn't want to see her run somewhere else. Despite his cold demeanor, he did take a liking to certain people. especially those associated with Pestilence.
"How ye doin' kid? You want a drink?" The Seraphim asked as he moved behind the bar to make a drink of his own. One hand reached for a glass and the other for his favorite gin off the shelf. He's made a gin and tonic thousands of times in his life, at this point he was able to pour without hardly looking at the glass. Instead he watched Genie, took in her stance and listened to her tone. Briefly, he glanced to Ace coming in to set up for the night and gave him a nod. He finished mixing and put a cucumber on top for garnish. “What do you think about Cupid? Bloody cool, huh?” Milo was proud of the drug, even if he had little to do with it in the end- he would have plenty to do with it now that it was done. Pest needed the wins they got that month. He planned to help them get many more in the months to come.
