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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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[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.

[A frown crosses Zack's lips, lifting a hand to tap the side of his head.]

Are you digging around up there, or just making a guess at it?

Guessing. [Cas fetches another glass and pours some of that SOLDIER brew for himself. This is familiar. Like doing shots with Jo and Ellen.]

[Zack half-lifts his hand as if to stop him, a warning already on his lips, but he stops, wondering if angels are even affected by mako. He's never experienced this before.]

Well, uh... you're not wrong, I guess. I'm usually not so obvious about it though.

Humans are secretive by nature. [Apparently so are angels, but humans much more so.

Cas takes a swig of the drink, but stops, swallows slowly and looks at the bottle very sharply. Then he looks at Zack. The drink is...it has something in it, something off. And not just because it's strong.]

[Zack watches his reaction, brows lifting a little. Yeah, that's enough of a sign to be concerned. He kind of regrets not speaking up before.]

Hey, look- be careful with that stuff. I don't know how angels deal with drugs or chemicals, but there's something in there that's really dangerous to most people.

[Yeah it tastes like a bottle of souls. Though it does kind of give Cas a kick -the good kind, the kind that makes him feel stronger but he knows it's artificial- this isn't a good thing.]

What is this?

[Zack shrugs his shoulders a little; how does one explain mako booze?]

I don't think it ever got an official name. We kinda just call it the SOLDIER Special. It has mako in it- the stuff that makes my eyes like this.

[He points two fingers towards his eyes, both obviously glowing with the unnatural internal light that regulars at the bar have grown accustomed to seeing by now.]

It's damaged souls.

[Cas puts his glass down with a thunk.]

...Damaged? [Zack lifts a confused brow.] It's just energy. When people die they end up in the Lifestream, and the Lifesteam is where mako comes from. You're probably just feeling the remnants of that.

Yes, souls are energy. [They're more than that, but mostly they're energy. Kind of like angels, sort of.

Cas pushes the glass away and stalks around the counter, heading for the door. Drinking souls makes him feel...dirty. He doesn't like it.]

[Wow, that's... abrupt. Zack doesn't stop him, watching for a moment with a puzzled look on his face, but before the guy can leave, he calls out.]

Hey- I never got your name!

[From the reaction he'd gotten to the alcohol, he's not expecting a response, but it's worth a shot.]

[Cas pauses at the door, half-turns to address Zack.]

Castiel.

[...and then he vanishes instead of opening the door and walking out.

Lazy.]

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