Wednesday snorted. "Yeah, you could say that." He reached behind the bar and grabbed a couple of glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels. He quirked his eyes at the Marquis in the universal *will this work for you* expression while he poured them both a drink. (He ususally didn't wait for an answer) He scrawled something on the bartop and ice appeared in their glasses. "Quite the madhouse. Angels, demons, wizards. And don't forget the anti-christ... still he's preferable to the alternative." He smiled at the marquis rougishly. "I'll have to tell you some stories about it. Makes London Below look slightly less bizarre in comparison." He took a long drink, ice clinking in the bottom of the glass. "Of course, London Below has a lot more of... my kind of people." He smirked. "What about you? Its not like you to up and leave such a ripe threshing ground."