Random archangel tidbit

[sincere]

The bar was rather unimpressive; on a mostly empty street, quiet and uninteresting on the outside, only recognizable for what it was in the dark because of the neon sign sketching "BUDWEISER" in bright orange light on the window. Someone opened the door just in time to let out the sounds of fist meeting flesh and a sickening groan, and a heartbeat later Jophiel stood in the doorway. A man stumbled blindly along behind him, collar firmly in the angel's hand, and he was promptly shoved out the door, where he stumbled over the two steps and landed hard on his side. A second man followed in similar fashion, without the locomotive skills. Jophiel put his hands on his hips and tilted his head, letting a long, straight curtain of brown hair fall over his shoulder. He was perhaps the oddest unconditional victor of a bar fight to ever be seen in this town -- or state: barefoot and only in stockings up to the hem of his modest knee-length tube skirt; no attempt at hips or breasts to speak of and a solid waist visible under the ruffles of his white blouse.

He took a breath, wishing he hadn't dropped his cigarette, and informed the men in a dark tenor, "Next time you boys pick a fight with a 'fuckin fairy', make sure he's the goddamn tooth fairy so you at least get pocket change." An appreciative hoot or two from inside the bar followed him as he headed back to his table.

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[phinnia.livejournal.com]

*giggles*
The cigarette bit was just perfect. That amused me so much for some reason. :-D