Shadow frowned. “Don’t kick the bar,” he said absentmindedly.
He wasn’t sure why Loki would have thought that Shadow would be in on Wednesday’s plans even if he had seen him, or why Loki felt the need to explain what was going on. In his experience, neither of them were exactly in the habit of explaining anything.
“Well, I’ve got absinthe,” he said. “A pretty heady brandy, and a really dry gin that’s good on the rocks.” He tried to remember what else he’d seen in the back. “There’s a pretty strong Vodka too.” He turned his eyes to Loki. “I assume by Uriel you mean the Uriel, one of the Archangels?”
He wondered why an Archangel would have need of an old con-artist like Wednesday.
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He wasn’t sure why Loki would have thought that Shadow would be in on Wednesday’s plans even if he had seen him, or why Loki felt the need to explain what was going on. In his experience, neither of them were exactly in the habit of explaining anything.
“Well, I’ve got absinthe,” he said. “A pretty heady brandy, and a really dry gin that’s good on the rocks.” He tried to remember what else he’d seen in the back. “There’s a pretty strong Vodka too.” He turned his eyes to Loki. “I assume by Uriel you mean the Uriel, one of the Archangels?”
He wondered why an Archangel would have need of an old con-artist like Wednesday.