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A large group of people gathers at the pub.
5/5/2016, 7:00 PM
Bear and Staff San Francisco
Bear and Staff Pub[]
The lights are on, illuminating the area.
This pub doesn't quite try to be either an Irish pub or an English pub. It doesn't pretend to be anything but an American pub. The walls are lined with wood up to about shoulder height, then painted in deep hunter green. Pictures hang above them, mostly a collection of prints of bears in various locations and attitudes. Booths line three of the four walls. A long bar runs along the fourth, with a number of beer handles behind it. Bottles of spirits are set on shelves above it, and a large fridge no doubt contains even more bottles. A double door next to the bar occasionally opens to allow a waiter to come in and out with food, releasing delicious smells into the room. Specials are shown on a chalkboard above the bar. A few televisions are supported on the wall, generally showing local sporting events.
Outside, it's foggy and cool.
It's Cinco de Mayo. The special is tacos, the cocktail special is tequila sunrises. And there's a couple of unusual Mexican beers on draft, just to prove the country produces something other than Corona. The place is pretty busy, with Tad moving behind the bar, handing...rather to his disappointment...a Corona to a man in a hideous cheap sombrero.
Mikhail approaches the bar and starts chatting to a guy in his early twenites who's sitting alone, if anyone with enhanced hearing is listening he is instructing the guy to buy him a drink, downside of being a vampire, he's forever under the legal drinking age, so other methods are needed.
Dean is enjoying specials, and not going the stereotypical Corona route either! Probably because the cocktails are a better value for his money, plus they give more of a buzz and, he won't lie, taste better than just going with the "whatever beer is available" approach more times than not. He sits away from the bar, enjoying a booth he grabbed much earlier -- he started early, figuring that it would be busy today and he'd need to get in before the crowds arrived.
He just finished a successful hunt. Dean's saved lives this week. Time for an early weekend, a holiday weekend! One where he intends to start it off by getting good and plastered. Plus, tacos!
it's interesting. Angel could drink, but...he generally doesn't want to. It's possible for vampires to get drunk, of course. His grandchilde in particular enjoys getting that way. Instead...Angel wanders the bar for a moment...and spotting Dean, heads that way. "...Hey." Not a man of many words, this one.
Peter edges his way through the crowd to the bar. The big sailor orders one of the Mexican beers on tap, rattling off the name with trolled "rs", and the right accent on the words. While he waits ffor the beer to be poured he looks around the bar, scanning for any familiar or interesting faces.
Finding a specific vampire in this city is like finding a very specific needle in a stack of needles. But Jake needs to find Angel, and after the events of a few nights ago, needs to find him urgently. Unable to find tall and broody at the Hotel, the kid figures that today the fastest way to find him would probably be to just start checking every bar until he hits paydirt. God only knows how many he's already tried before he enters the Bear and Staff, a bit taken aback by the decor. It's unlikely he'll find the most gothic of all nosferatu in a place like this and gives the bar a cursory glance, intending to be off immediately... when he spots the very vampire he's been looking for. Jackpot after all. He may draw a few stares as he heads into the bar, but offers no explanation is none is demanded. So much easier that way.
Erica may have followed Angel on into the bar. Come on, her last name is Reyes, there's hispanic blood in those veins somewhere. Also, she has a fake id procured through work. Blond hair is in loose waves today, and a red off the shoulder top with a long black skirt. Maybe a hint of a nod to the holiday that means tequila and tacos!
A rumpled-looking man with a slightly scruffy appearance and a plain gray trench coat enters just a moment later, and he all but follows Angel right to Dean's table. Glancing at the vampire, Castiel offers a nod with all his usual grim politeness. "Hello, Angel. Dean." He might have been about to say more, but then Jake makes his way over, and Castiel frowns. "I thought children weren't supposed to be in bars?" he asks, puzzled.
A bit of a sniff from the man behind the bar, attention drifting...under-age appearing vampire using domination to get a drink elicits a frown. Another vampire. Werewolf. Immortal. As usual, quite a few supernaturals have chosen his bar for a party night, no doubt because fights tend *not* to happen here.
Suddenly Dean's surrounded by people he knows. *Work* people. He tries to push past it. Today's a holiday, so he's not gonna be unpleasant. "Hey! Pull up a chair, stuff a taco in your face!" He's got a big basket of them. Tacos and tequila, like fish and chips or chocolate and peanut butter or whatever other things go together well. "Okay, I forget -- you don't wanna date me," he slowly, carefully goes over, motioning to Angel, then turning his attention to Castiel. "Wait, uh, Cas? You guys...celebrate Cinco de Mayo? I thought that was like, an American thing."
Mikhail grins as the guy turns to order him, after the drink he definatly needs to feed on something not from a bag and this guys should do, no sooner has he finished the thought that he catches the scent of something not human, he looks round and spots something non-human in a human body, a child and oh for bloody hell, Angelus, he lets out a low growl without thinking.
Beer in hand, Peter's casual scan of the bar gains more focus for a few moments, until his eyes settle on Jake. ALways good to know where the Buzz is coming from. And ther'es angel.. and Erica. The big sailor in his long jacket works his way back through the crowd, intending to say his greetings.
"It's not an American thing, Dean. It's a holiday that celebrates the Mexican victory over the French." Angel pauses, "But America will commercialize anything to sell..." He gestures at everything on Dean's table.
Erica shifts to rest a hand against Angel. Just letting him know she's there, without being all rude. Her eyes roam around, noting all the people he seems to know and she hasn't met yet. "Figured I'd switch from whiskey to tequila. Honor the ancestors."
Castiel gives a mild shrug, gesturing to Angel, and says, "It also appears to be an American thing, based on... where we are. We don't celebrate it in Heaven, no, but we also don't celebrate Christmas. They're... human events." His tone, where some might be dismissive or aloof, sounds more curious than anything else. He does slide into the booth, cautiously picking up a taco to sniff at it. "These smell like things that would sell well." He looks between the man and the vampire, then adds, "There is a vampire at the bar who may cause trouble. I am... expected not to intervene without great need."
"Don't actually care for the holiday," the barkeep admits. "But if I didn't I'd be empty tonight, except for the people who feel safe here." A bit of a stress on safe. Yeah, Tad has them all pegged. Except Castiel. Not sure about him.
"'s an American celebration is what I mean," Dean replies, kicking back another gulp of beer. "Only place you really find it. But hey, tacos and tequila are a great thing to invent an excuse for, right?" He's all smiles again, crunching into another taco. Once Castiel actually shows interest in the food, he slides closer and motions to the taco. "Try it, Cas! You'll love it. You are totally gonna love it."
Peter interjects, responding to the part of the conversation he overheard, "I prefer to think of it as America taking any excuse for a party. Particularly one involving copious alcohol. We don't care whose party it started as." He gives a nod and acknowledgement to those he knows in the gathering of supernaturals, "Angel. Erica. Jake." THe last has a slight question to it, as he's surprsied to see the young eimmortal in this setting.
"Any excuse for a taco." Jake agrees, finally arriving at the table. The downside of being small and thus easily missed? Being small and thus easily missed. It's like swimming upstream trying to get through the crowd. He nods a greetings towards Peter, acknowledging the other immortal and by so doing signalling he has no malicious intent. I mean, come on, as if he'd be able to... "Sorry to barge in guys, was looking for a certain friendly vampire."
Angel was an Irish Catholic once, and, "You don't celebrate Christmas? I figured it'd be, well, a birthday party for you guys." Because that's what Christmas technically is. A giant Birthday Party. He nods at Erica, "You're feeling alright?" He isn't sure how well her wound's healed yet, after all. And then Cas points out the other vampire at the bar causing trouble. "...He just might. Last time I saw him he attacked me outright." And then Jake comes in, and..."Yeah, what's up?"
Tad adds, "If he attacks you here, I'll bounce him." With the confidence of a man who feels he can do just that... Jake being open gets a bit of a look from him. Careful, kid, you *don't* know who might be listening.
Erica stiffens, just a bit, as she looks up at sees Peter. "Hey, sailor." She manages without letting the words strangle her. She glances at Angel, a shrug. Her shoulder's healed up enough to dare wearing an off the shoulder top. It would take pretty keen sight to note the hint of bruising and faded healing. "So many people out and about that know you, hoss." She asides to Angel, while winking at Peter.
Mikhail instructs the guy to wait in a booth for him before getting up and walking over so he's between Jake and Angel, he's heard all the stories and Angelus is a known child killer, "Hunting Angelus?", he is rather confused why the kid is here however, he's definatly not a dwarf, children frequent bars now?
Castiel looks at Angel thoughtfully for a moment, then he tilts his head. "I understand that there is a certain... seasonal tension here... concerning winter holidays. Imagine what that's like when you're expected to be on good terms with most of the other Powers That Be. Christmas is one perspective, but there are many, and..." he trails off, giving an apologetic shrug. "When it comes to religion, I've never experienced any single one that got entirely... correct. Though, most get to the points that matter. Moral uprightness, compassion, faith... and such." He shakes his head, as if the whole subject were difficult for him.
Then, taking up a taco, Castiel takes an experimental bite, and his eyes light up. Once he's chewed and swallowed, he remarks, "This is delicious! It's much like a hamburger, only crispy and fried. And there are more spices." He proceeds to devour the taco with remarkable precision and efficiency. As he finishes, he does send a grateful nod Tad's way. It's good to be in a place where the people are protected. Taking note of Jake again, he asks, "Why don't you sit with us and have a taco?" It's not hard to tell, though, that his real attention is on Mikhail, and he's looking suddenly a bit grimmer than usual.
"Yeah, and I've often thought you should..." He tails off. Sniffs at Castiel. Tad grins slowly. "Oh...oh my." Yup. Just pegged the angel.
"That makes sense. I mean, Christmas is like...it'd be like somebody else's birthday party, with favors from some other get-together." Dean's done a lot of reading, which may surprise people. Especially ones who actually know him. "Right? This country: instant party, just add booze." Throwing an arm around Castiel, he's clearly been instant-partied enough to be more physical than he usually would be. But unlike the angel, Dean hides his focus pretty well; he's keeping his attention on Mikhail, but he's not exactly relaxed with everyone else. This could so easily turn into work, and he's hoping very much that it won't. Once his hand is empty, beer mug resting on the table, he pats Castiel's chest in a way that is probably meant to be encouraging.
Alright, that's about enough. Angel turns and eyes Mikhail directly. "First, don't call me that. It's Angel now. Second, Jake is my friend, and he has been for a while now. Third, there's a lot of people around who'd rather you weren't so compelling." Phrasing it in such a way as that it COULD be taken as normal if a normal person happened to overhear. But makes the point clearly. Still, Angel also has a seat at the table, even if he seems disinclined to eat or drink. Then there's Erica, who hasn't met all his friends here. "Jake, Dean, Castiel, this is Erica."
Erica lifts her hand to wave around the table. "Anyone mind if I pull up a chair?" A glance down to Angel. "Unless you want me to take the one guy outside and teach him a lesson, boss." Nevermind the pretty top and the fact she's in a skirt. It wouldn't stop her. "Peter, this is Angel, and his friends, Dean, Castiel, and Jake. Peter is a friend of mine."
"Don't mind if I do." And before anyone can do something about it, Jake finds himself a seat at the table and helps himself to a taco. Hey, he'd been invited, right? He nods to Erica as he's introduced. "Pleasure. Any friend of Angel's is a friend of mine." For all that means, really... "I was kind of hoping to talk to you about that slight electrical problem you had a few nights back, Angel. You know the one." Because it stood out like a supernatural lighthouse for everyone with the senses to feel it. And he's under no illusions that it's just the friendly ones he's met so far that have taken an interest.
Then, a glance between the two vampires. "Don't," Tad says, mildly. "I don't expect you to be civil, but keep the fangs in, okay?" Or they might end up seeing his. His are bigger. He's finally got over the mild shock of yes, that really IS an angel in his bar. The kid is...okay. He can have tacos. And excellent soda. Tad doesn't bounce kids unless they try to get alcohol.
Peter gives Erica a quick smil at her greeting, then sips his beer as the conversation progresses. It takes him a moment to process, but eventually heeyes Castiel as the implication of some of the things said so far sinks in. WHile he isn't so rude as to just come out and say "what are you?" It's easy enough to read the question on his face. He shakes his head after a few moments. This town continues to be full of surprises. He injects himself into the introductions, "And I'm Pete." Though there are other things he wouldn't mind saying, he decides to wait until the tense moment between vampires passes.
Mikhail 's yes darken for a second before he either controls himself or something else kicks in, "Stefan mentioned you were going by another name, that you're apprently claiming not to be the monster you are", obviously he doesn't like Angel but something seems to be holding him back from acting on his distaste.
At the mention of monsters, Jake glances at Mikhail and just laughs. "Wrong holiday man. You're thinking of Halloween." And that, it seems, is as far as he's going to go with that. Instead he goes back to having tacos. And truly excellent soda. He doesn't even try to get alcohol.
Angel considers that, and, "...It's a long story, but Stefan is right. I'm not who I used to be." It's also not a story he's going to repeat in a bar, cause it involves a lot of things mortals don't need to know. As a case in point, "Who I used to be didn't have friends, for starters."
Peter says to Angel, "Speaking of which, thanks for the hand in Chinatown the other day. That could've goen worse than it did. These days most people who run towards trouble just stand there and spectate. Nice to see someone else who jumps in to do something." Peter takes a deep pull from his beer.
Mikhail eyes flick to the bartender and back to Angel, the Tad doesn't smell human and he seems to be aware of what those around are, he gives a courtious nod to Tad and then returns to the guy he sent to the booth, suddenly very hungry.
Castiel gives Dean a nod, saying, "Dean, please stay with Jake. I'll return in a moment." He rises from the booth, then, and approaches Mikhail and Angel. It isn't far. "I trust you both heard what the proprietor said," he notes, "but please avoid any violence here." Mikhail gets a sharp look. "I strongly discourage any attempt at hunting here. We may choose this site as a... neutral ground of sorts, if the owner agrees." He can't speak for Heaven, but he can certainly recommend that they take an interest. With all the important people here, just tonight, it might even happen.
"Who?" Dean looks around the table, then settles on who that absolutely must be. He has good deductive powers. "Oh right. Sup man." He picks up his mug and finishes off the beer in it, resolved to go back to the tequila afterwards. When the opportunity comes, he gives a little signal in Tad's direction, with his winning Winchester smile. No hurry, of course. He's got tacos -- a few less tacos than just a few minutes ago, but enough to tide him over for a while as he waits.
Angel isn't making any aggressive moves...he doesn't feel the need to. He was just pointing out that compulsion in here wasn't...a good idea, per se. And then trying to remind the guy he's not a monster anymore. Angel rejoins the table with Jake and Dean, content to let Castiel read Mikhail the riot act. It's nice to see heaven being proactive about something. If Angel can take a day off, he's gonna take it! "That guy aside..." Hmmm. "You're welcome, Peter. Being proactive is...kind of a way of life, these days."
"Another?" Tad asks, just to be sure. Then he glances at Cas. "Already got agreements from most to keep this place neutral ground. Some...interesting...meetings happen here."
Erica takes a lean up against the booth, a glance between Peter and Angel. "Chinatown? Did I miss the party?" She half smiles, before she's eyeing Dean drinking. "I think I need to order some tacos and tequila sunrises. Time to have some fun, for a change."
Mikhail stops clenching his fists at Castiel's warning, dropping into a chair he sighs, when did things get so damn complecated, he's has one code since well... ever, he punishes those who harm children, now they can pretend they're someone else and he has to play nice, and on top of that, he's apparently not even allowed to feed!
Jake helps himself to another taco, giving Dean a nod and a smile. "Namuch. 'sup yourself?" And who said the art of conversation is dead? But this does give him a new interest in Castiel, a man he has never met... who seems to know his name. Odd. He also doesn't feel like any of the others he's run into before, but there is most certainly something... off about him. "Hey, Peter, tell me I wasn't the only one who got woken up by that electrical fault two days ago? I'd sleep better if I was, but I'm starting to doubt it."
Peter frowns at Jake and shakes his head, "Wish I could say you were. Been a while since I felt something like that." He pauses, and, like others have been doing, chooses his words carefully, "Sorry to hear it scared you, but I'm glad you kept your head about it." He drains the last of his beer, then answers Erica's question of him, "There was a mishap with some fireworks, had a little fire break out, and Angel helped me get it under control." He turns to Angel, "From what I've been hearing, you're a good man for putting out fires, just not usually so literally."
Speaking of which..."The...power surge you two felt was actually my fault. Frenchman with a saber came after Stiles. He was good. REALLY good with that saber of his. I intercepted the fight, Erica jumped in too. He had some weird thing where wounds caused by his sword healed really slowly. Don't suppose you've heard of him, Peter?"
Erica's eyes dart around between Peter and Jake, before a glance to Angel. "I know the electrical problem you're talking about. You remember my friend, don't you Peter? It really shocked him. No pun intended." She bites her bottom lip, lashes lowering as she glances at Angel. "I might have been a little drunk at the time." She offers with a hint of a smile at Peter.
Jake nods to Peter. "Figured. But yeah, glad you kept a cool head over it as well." And Angel gets a look that he tends to reserve for those moments where he wants to be taken absolutely serious, an expression that nearly makes him look a few years older. "Gotta be careful with those electrical faults. 'cause it woke me up, and Peter too, and the rest of our family are light sleepers about those things as well. Just so you know, they might come and ask a few questions, just so you're prepared for that."
Dean nods eagerly to Tad. "Please! I mean, that tequila...mockingbird...thing, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna need some more tacos. And uh, I'll foot the lady's tab." Then it occurs to him, more slowly once Erica's words sink in, that he got the name of the drink wrong. Probably from the split focus combined with having to concentrate due to drinking so much already. He definitely started hours before the rest here, and some of them probably can't even *get* drunk. "Tequila...sunrise. Sunrise. There should *totally* be a drink called a tequila mockingbird though, am I right?" Maybe he can distract the rest of the table from their interpersonal feuds. Jake at least does get a chuckle, even though Dean doesn't go into a verbal response since the conversation appears to have moved on.
Mikhail looks over at the group with an eyebrow raised, "Make up your minds please? Either be stupidly vague about the situation as with your 'electrical faults' or be straight out with it like the 'fangs' and 'hunting' comments, either be secretive or open, don't switch back and forth, it's tedious".
Castiel nods to Tad approvingly. "Good to know. I'll... bear it in mind." And he probably won't try to drag Heaven into it. For reasons way above Cas' pay grade, they never chose to sign on to the Unseelie Accords. "Also, I believe that Dean--" He gestures to ward the Winchester, then. "--needs more tacos and tequila." He grimaces in what might be meant as a smile, then turns to head back over to Dean and the others. He resumes his seat with a nod to Jake, then looks over to Dean. "How is it," he asks in a puzzled tone, "that we always end up in the middle of such... circumstances?" It may be one of the most human-sounding things he's ever uttered.
"There is. Would you rather that than a Sunrise?" Tad offers, amused, as he tosses the order for mroe tacos back into the kitchen.
Erica shifts her gaze to Dean, a slow, sassy smile and a wink sent his way. "Do I even want to know what is in a Tequila Mockingbird? You don't like.. set it on fire or anything, do you?" Brown eyes trail over to Peter. "So how you been, sailor?"
Peter narrows his eyes and lowers his voice, "I might have. I've tried to keep an ear out for rumors of anyone who's been... hunting out of season. I did hear about a man who fits that description. DuLac. 's a damn good thing you were there. Stiles and that blasted bat of his wouldn't have stood a chance. At least he was there for the... fireworks. Though it almost wouldn've served the Frenchman right if it was just you and the fireworks didn't go off." Mikhails comment gets a crooked smile and a shake of his head, and he nods towards the rest of the bar where, in addition to tacos and beer, people are largely pursuing each other. Peter comments, "It's a bar on Cinco de Mayo. Everyone's on the hunt."
"Glad to hear my tips helped, from the sound of it." Jake comments and then yawns, settling back into his seat, eyes drooping. How many bars did he check before he found Angel? It probably doesn't help that he made quite a dent in those tacos. "I like this place." he mentions with a glance over towards Tad. "Think I hafta come here a bit more."
Angel nodded. "That's why I jumped in. On the plus side, Stiles claimed that saber. He should be alright in the future." If any further power hungry psychopaths came along, he'd have a proper weapon to fight with. "I got the impression the guy was trying to pick on somebody that would've been 'too easy'. Like a bully." Woe to bullies when they find out their victims have friends. He also adds, "Yes, thanks for the advice, Jake."
Dean thinks about the offer for a second, then shakes his head. "I'll try it some other time. I mean...you gotta love the name, right? I don't even know what you'd put in a bird-themed drink..." Trailing off into thought, losing himself for a second, he snaps out of it when Erica winks in his direction. He winks right back. But in the next moment, Castiel's beside him again and asking him things, so his gears change once more. "Oh, uh...I thought you kinda looked for 'em. I just seem to be kind of a weirdness magnet."
"Jalapeno," Tad says with a grin. Shame the guy declined. No, he wouldn't have warned him. He starts to mix up the sunrise.
Erica chuckles to herself at Dean's snapping out of his distant thoughts to wink back. Guy must be a very, very practised flirt. She shifts in her lean, looking up at Peter. "So you still haven't told me how you've been, sailor. Exploring new ports?"
Thaddeus Bailey then has to move along the bar to serve other customers, kept busy by a party of women. And cutting off sombrero guy, who's clearly had three or four too many.
Castiel gives a slow nod to Dean. "Sometimes, I look. Sometimes... I just..." And he shrugs. There are things he has no idea how to put into words, but oddly enough, they're also things that he suspects Dean is the only being he's met who really understands. It's odd like that. After a moment, he hesitantly picks up a glass, raises to Dean, and says, "Happy Mexican May Fifth, Dean. I've decided one thing for certain." A beat, and he nods decisively. "Tacos are delicious."
One of the many downsides to being a vampire, food like that just isn't enjoyable. And the one thing that is enjoyable...well, it isn't acceptable to drink that in polite company. Even in the know polite company. At least, he chooses not to. "...Sometimes I miss that kinda thing." Angel hasn't had real food since the rewound day.
sighs and shakes his head, "Getting the boy a weapon was never the problem. Convincing him to use it, on the other hand..." The sailor shakes his head, then smiles at ERica, "I'm at a bar on Cinco de Mayo, am I not? just thought I'd sy hi when I saw people I knew." He focuses back on Angel then, "I told the kid I'll teach him, but I can't get it through his head that we fight our battles ourselves for a reason."
Erica smirks at Peter. "Yeah well, still not sure he's going to /use/ it. I took a stray down to meet up with...the family. It went about as well as expected, I guess. Been trying to get drunk ever since. I really suck at it, you know." She chuckles faintly. "It's nice to see you, Sailor." Yes, she knows his name, she just doesn't use it.
Angel shrugged, and said, "He'll use that sword when he finds someone or something worth using it for." Pause. "Note I said for, not on. The motivation to be more then a bystander has to come from the inside."
Peter takes a minute as a server comes over with Dean's tacos to request an order for himself. Only as the server walks away does Peter respond to Angel and ERica, "I'm just hoping I can convinceh him to switch to something with a hilt before he loses a hand." He shakes his head, then smiles at Erica, "Good to see you, too."
"Or his head." The blonde mutters, glancing down at her phone. There's a hint of a blush in her cheeks. "Have you had a chance to meet up with him, lately?" She asks Peter, before texting furiously.
Angel considers, "I'm not completely sure how the...power surge works. How much did he learn just now, in your experience?" It was a fairly old, fairly powerful Immortal after all, and Stiles was...relatively untrained up till now. "I guess you'd have to do some training to see what he picked up."
Erica looks at Angel. "I'm gonna head there for a couple days, I think." She doesn't explain why, or when, or anything.
"Leap?" Dean offers when Cas finds himself at a loss for words. Tad also gets a kind of a look. "Pretty sure that ain't the recipe." Jalapenos and drinks? Well. It's a possibility. But it's almost like an instinct that it can't be *quite* like that, at least in Dean's worldview. "Oh. Yeah, thanks Cas! You too!" He crunches into a taco and licks his lips, tuning back into the conversation. "Maybe he's together enough and doesn't need any'a you 'knowing better'...I mean, call me crazy, right?" He offers, with a kind of half-joking tone, but also half-serious. Dean snorts and reaches out for his glass, before remembering that he drained it. Those refills should be back soon.
Peter answers, "It's hard to say, but right now what he did pick up is all theory in his head. He's got to train his body to use it. But he'll be a bit stronger, faster than he was before. Better reflexes, and that will help." He looks to Erica and shakes his head, "I haven't. I've had a few chances to get down there, but he wasn't... available to meet with me." Peter shrugs, "I can't teach someone who doesn't want to be taught.
Angel agrees, "It's true, you can't. I've had better luck with the people around me." Including Erica over there. Soon enough...she might be ready to do what she's aiming to do. "So he got an instruction manual, but without practice, it won't help him much at all. Still, it's a place to start from." He nods at her going back up there again. "I should visit up there myself again soon."
Erica bites at her bottom lip, slipping her phone away. "Well, the more people that try to help him, the better, I guess? " She shrugs, she's not an immortal, she doesn't know the whole deal. "I'm gonna get going. Take care of some things." Angel gets a hand on his shoulder a moment, and she'll lean up to kiss the Sailor's cheek. "I'll catch all you terribly gorgeous boys later."
Peter can't help but chuckle a little at the kiss from Erica. He gives her a smile, "See you soon then." Attention is turned back to Angel for a moment, "It's a bit more than an insturction manual. I'd say in his case it's more like a fighter coming back from an injury. His body may know what to do, but not have the muscle it needs to do it."
That makes things much more clear to Angel. "So he's much better off then I thought he was. So he basically needs some weight and cardio training, probably with at least an hour sparring every day...and he'll be where he needs to be."
"So yeah, guess forget it, man." Dean waves to Tad, to cancel both his order and covering Erica's, since she apparently isn't going to be staying long enough to drink. "I think I'm gonna get some fresh air. Air's gettin' a little hot in here." With a glance to Cas to move out of the way, he slides out to his feet and stretches as long and tall as he's able, letting his body get used to standing up and then ambling towards the door, throwing a wave over his shoulder.
Castiel glances back at the others, gives them a mild shrug, and then turns away. For once, he doesn't just vanish mysteriously, and he follows Dean outside on foot. Somehow, for some reason, teleporting out of the bar just felt... slightly rude.
Peter nods to Angel, "That would be a good start. THere's a little more to it, but he'll have a huge head start over someone learning from scratch. Though I hesitate to say he'll be good enough. "Good enough" only means slighltly better than the next guy you face. The way things are now, he might even be around long enough to learn."
Well..."The good news for him is that he has friends. Most of them are...different, of course. But their differences mean those friends of his are very good at teamwork. That's...kinda the point. So even if he's not good enough, I doubt friends of that particular variety will care about the rules any more then Erica did when she jumped in to help me." Once you throw single combat out the window, Angel figures Stiles will be fine.