02: [Visual] + [Location: Caritas]

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Casey punches the broadcast button on the tablet which is sitting on the bar counter and leans into frame. He's got a bruise or two, maybe a laceration on the cheekbone but it's minor and woe betide anyone commenting on it.

"I've got this leather duster here," he holds it up, "from the warehouse rescue. If you're the owner of said coat, I'm at Caritas, the demon bar in Osten. Ask for Casey."

He turns off the transmission and tosses the coat under the counter out of the way.

"So, where were we?" He starts grabbing some bottles of liquor and setting them on the bar in front of him.

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[location | Caritas]

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"You mean aside from the amazingly talented bar staff?" She asks, with a raised eyebrow. That's a joke, evidently, because she watches apprehensively as Spike takes a sip of his drink, clearly worried that it'll be horrible and he won't like it. She looks relieved when that doesn't seem to be the case.

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

[location | Caritas]

[bigbad]

He gives her a reassuring smile. "Could use a bit more lemon, maybe, but I've had a lot worse. Mostly at the Bronze. They had some spectacularly bad bartenders there sometimes." Possibly because so many vampires went there for snacks. He takes another, bigger sip and smiles. "It's pretty good, actually."