John had no intent of telling Rhainn any details about what had just happened. At least, he didn't want to tell her. He hadn't even told his now very much ex-apprentice everything. But there were always those people that came along that just begged the details from him. Dragged them out, was more like it. And this one was well on her way to doing just that. But that didn't mean he was going to give it all up right away. Especially not somewhere so public. Okay, so he had told someone the whole deal in a very public place. But there had not been an angel looming over him at the time. At least, figuratively speaking. The bartender was listening intently to them, but he was at the other end of the bar, dealing with a few unruly drunks.
"Soap won't do a damn thing," he said, after draining off the remainder of his drink. Alcohol had a short life when in his possession. "I just happened to get my hands on just the right water." Setting his glass down, he dug around in his pockets until he found his wallet. Squinting down at it, he managed to thumb through the items in the main portion until he found the right bill to hand over. Not all of what he had in there was American money. Remnants from being dragged every which way across the globe. His line of work wasn't exactly tied to one location. It had a nasty habit of roaming.
Dropping the bill next to his glass, he shoved his wallet back into his pocket, and just called for another drink. He ran into trouble if he just kept a tab for the night. As he waited for his next drink, he gave thought to inviting Rhainn along for a bite to eat. But she didn't seem to be the wine-and-dine type. But the again, neither was he. He was more of a cheap burger and even cheaper motel type. And the idea of getting a black eye for even breaching such a topic was not at all appealing to him. Or so he assumed her reaction would be.
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