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[This has been a hell of a month for departures and bad news, apparently. Zack hates to add to the misery, but it's gotta be done.]

...Aerith Gainsborough's gone home. She didn't leave anything, but... if you were friends, you know how she felt.

Good Spirits is self-serve tonight. Sorry, guys.

[And Zack will be at Good Spirits for most of the day after that, serving himself. Despite the melancholy of his announcement, his mood will be switching between quiet and downright celebratory all night long. Coping, who's coping?

He also has company: a strange-looking winged dog, standing guard quietly at his back the entire time he's there.]

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Hello. [Castiel doesn't stop in his task retrieving all of the whiskey bottles. ...that is a fuckton of whiskey. He can't seriously be considering taking all of that with him, right?]

[...That... is a lot of whiskey. Okay, he can't just let this slide.]

So... what are you doing, exactly?

Looking.

[Ah. This is the one he wanted. Castiel straightens, holding onto the bottle and staring down at the label like he'd just found an old friend.]

[So you had to make a big mess just for that? 8|;;]

Uh... okay, for future reference, I work here. Next time, you can just ask what you're after.

[Castiel studies Zack for too long a moment before looking back down at the bottle.]

You're on the wrong side of the bar. [Just in case you didn't know.]

[Zack blinks, then purses his lips and thunks his head down against the counter. Yep, that's him, so very uneducated.]

I'll try to remember that next time.

You were in mourning. [Yes this is the right one. Castiel will just put these others back, which is uncharacteristically thoughtful of him.] It didn't seem appropriate to interrupt for something I could do without assistance.

[His eyes widen at that for a moment, then shakes it off and props his head up on his hand.]

You saw that? I wouldn't exactly call it mourning, though. She didn't die.

[Not... that he knows that.]

Death is just separation. There is no difference between the two.

[Actually there are a lot of differences between the two but all the differences are silly, petty little mortal ones that Castiel doesn't personally have to worry about considering they don't apply to the big picture.

...no but really he just read your mind, Zack. Sorry about that.

This is Castiel's idea of being comforting. Can you tell he doesn't do it often?]

[....huh. That's... a different way of looking at things. Weird as hell, but different.]

Most people would say there's a big difference, actually. I mean, if you're just separated from someone, there's still a chance you might see them again.

The same is true of death.

[Okay so the chances are real slim, but it's still there.]

I think death works differently where you're from.

[The Lifestream, as far as he knows, isn't the sort of fluffy, your-loved-ones-are-waiting afterlife that people like to dream of.]

Perhaps.

[Castiel tucks the whiskey inside of his coat, where it vanishes.]

Is she your lover?

[jkhjdf red, suddenly. Good thing Lightning isn't around to hear that.]

No, no! Well- she was my ex, I guess. But that was a long time ago. We're friends.

She's extremely important to you.

[He doesn't hesitate this time; there's really no point in denying something so obvious.]

Yeah... she is. Like family.

[Cas pauses, looks right into Zack's eyes in an uncomfortably intense way, then turns and selects a bottle from the shelf to place in front of Zack.

It's one he usually drinks, stronger than average for the SOLDIER types.]

[...Okay, that was way too weird to ignore.]

Are you some kind of mind reader? Because that's really creepy.

All angels are capable of reading minds. [Though Cas's own power has been pathetically unreliable, and not just since he showed up.]

...Whoa, angel? Seriously? [Angels are real? Then again, this is Luceti- damn near anything is possible in this place.]

Yes.

[Cas gets a glass. Cracks open the bottle he set on the counter for Zack and pours out a small amount.]

Wow, man. Colour me impressed, then- [He takes the glass, swirling it around a bit before taking a swig. It's been too long.] Angels don't really exist on my world, far as I know. Not real ones, anyway.

Yes. Many humans don't believe in angels on mine, either. [Which is reasonable. When you only live about eighty years, two thousand of 'em without a single angel sighting can be a bit of a damper on beliefs.]

You're pretty free with that info, though. Is that really okay to do?

[If people don't believe in them much, then they're probably rare, right? At least, that's his guess.]

It's not of import. [Whether or not he should be keeping it a secret, that is. Dean would probably insist he lie for whatever asinine reason, but he has no need to. Though he's not exactly the best example of an angel, so maybe he shouldn't.

Eugh. Too much to think about. Cas turns the topic around so he doesn't have to talk about it anymore.] You're familiar with the need to keep secrets.

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[action] hey it's not my fault you decided to run off and commune with nature

[action] says the one who took five days to tag me

[action] no because the rules do not apply to me, you see

[action] why did I even miss you

[action] baby you know why

[action] sob

[action] i'm not ashamed to say that i perked up and whispered 'akai' reverently when i saw this tag

[action] I'm glad my existence is so fulfilling for you

[action] you bet your britches it's fulfilling

[action] as long as it's not filling your britches it's cool

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