Striker found himself at the Idle Hour once again. He took up a seat at a table in the corner again and drank his beer, quietly observing the room. There were a couple of burly blokes playing pool he thought he'd be able to take on if things came to blows. Not that he had anything against them, but in the Idle Hour you always had to be ready.
He hoped Crowley would be able to join him. Now that he had a regular job he'd be able to buy the generous mage a few rounds of drinks instead of having to watch every dollar.