Angel Dust

At the time I was selling some very valuable information to some very unfriendly men... and trying to avoid the even less friendly fellows from whom I'd stolen it in the first place.

[He winks at Angel, lifting his own glass to his lips. He doesn't drink too deeply: he's not really here to get drunk, more to make a new connection, but the rum is quality stuff.]

Technically? This is a brothel. I was working with one of the ladies. She runs the place, now.