Angel Dust

I hid out in it a time or two back home.

[His smile holds a hint of nostalgia as he glances at the painted screen. As his gaze returns to Angel, he raises an eyebrow, letting a grin spread wider over his lips.]

Though I confess it usually had a better-looking occupant than myself. Much obliged to you for filling that role at the current moment.

[He settles himself down in the other chair, leaning his crutch against the table edge, and reaches out to pour two generous servings of rum into a pair of glasses that look a lot like the lounge glassware. What's the good of having a job if a man can't occasionally liberate its assets on his own behalf?]