What could only be described as a witches cackle broke from behind the tightly closed lips of Elisheva as the broken man was sufficiently tossed out the front door. She rose her shot glass to the man who took the trash out for her in approval once Sera had refilled it for her. 

	Snuffing out the final ash of the cigarette she flicked it in no direction in particular. A coy grin passed her lips as she brought the shot glass to her mouth; tossing it back quickly she let the shot burn its way down her throat. 

	"His is on me Sera," Elisheva said as she tossed a wad of grimy worn bills on the bar top. 

	"Nah, it's on me tonight," Sera quipped as she pushed the money back over to Elisheva. Grabbing another glass she placed it in front of the man and winked as she filled it up; the liquid slightly fogging the material as it lay in its cylindrical prison. 

	"To the newly Fallen, may your Wrath burn eternal and make Gabriel shit himself to know Kindness fell," Sera exclaimed with Pride. 

	"To me!" Elisheva chuckled with a wink. "So, have a name?" she asked the man next to her.

	Turning Sera looked at the two newest arrivals and sauntered over to them with a sultry smile playing on her lips.

	"What'll you have?" she asked as she leaned against the bar.