[OOC: Uriel swears, like, a lot, so be warned :P ]

It was time for a break, the tall archangel needed some time to rest and relax, after days of earning coin in the boxing rings she wanted to rest. Not that was tiring of fighting, far from it, the nearly seven foot tall shapely blonde archangel enjoyed fighting a lot, but she hadn’t taken more than a day off in a while. Uriel fought in those matches because she enjoyed it, it earned her some good coin, and it was a way to expend Uriel’s never-ending rage that was always bubbling in her blood. Lately that wrath was coming from the fact that her younger sister, Sirona, was now a Goddess and thought she was better than Uriel and Gabriel, Uriel’s older brother. But that wasn’t what Sirona thought, it was just that Uriel couldn’t stand the idea of her little sister who she hated already having more power than the older brother Uriel nearly worshipped.

Deciding that she wanted to go somewhere a little higher end than she normally would, Uriel headed to a place called Caelmewedd. She hadn’t been there before, but she had heard its good reputation. Upon arriving at the tavern Uriel, dressed in her usual armour with her helm hung at her side and her force gauntlets still on her hands and arms. With her helm off Uriel’s long blonde hair was loose around her head, plus her large white feathered wings and very tall stature, when she walked into the tavern she made a striking entrance. But Uriel ignored any stares she got from what patrons were there, the archangel did truly think she was above everyone there, and not just in height.

Her armour was dirty from fighting, she had a black eye, but otherwise she wasn’t too bad off, and she carried a bag over her shoulder. Without looking at anyone else who might be staring at Uriel(some of them might even know her from the boxing rings, both legit ones and not so legit ones), walked over to the bar and leaned down on it. ”I need a private room with a bath.” She requested of whoever was tending the bar. There was no please and her tone was more of a command than a request. For is there was if there one word that best described Uriel, one that you wouldn’t want her to hear you say, it was bitch.

The entire week had been a little off that could not be fully explained. Andrea was proud of her staff considering they were keeping on their toes. What had been off were the patrons. Many were not her regulars, but new guests that appeared to check out her location in order to see if it were up to their tastes. For Andrea, it was more to see if they were up to her tastes. She was particular when it came to those she deemed worthy of her services. This week alone she had judged a few not up to par with her standards; they were not allowed back. It had taken hours to clean up after one in particular that was barred from the quarter her establishment was located in. Since her opening in that section of Adeluna City the area had gone up in retail potential. Knowing this had made her pride swell even further.

Running a hand through her white-blonde short hair, Andrea looked down at the area below from the second level. Crystal blue orbs analyzed every detail of not only her staff but those that were eating or mingling below. Her bar was buzzing, but in a way that was quiet and orderly. All of this was exactly what Andrea expected of her patrons. They were each fierce warriors in their own right. Each deserved to be taken care of between their hunts in order to heal properly and rest. What she also expected from them was to behave correctly since most of the times the stereotype was hunters to create discord within bars. Andrea knew this form how she had seen other establishments, but they now knew better than to do so in Cáelmewedd.

Black blazer sleeves were rolled up to just below her elbows as she leaned upon her forearms on the polished wooden railing. When the main entrance door opened to show an armored angel, Andrea’s gaze narrowed. There was an aura about her that gave off ‘badass bitch’ if the tavern owner ever saw one. A light smile pulled at the edges of her lips as she watched the female carefully. She had only heard about the angels in the recent times, but they were strong warriors that were not to be messed with. Andrea leaned a little further on the railing while watching what the angel would do and how her staff would handle it.

One of her veteran servers went up to the woman without a flinch at the height or power. He stood with strength behind the bar, though he kept his expression cool as the order was made. No manners, but he was used to that. There was a quick glance up towards the second floor where his Mistress watched like a hawk. A nod was given, which changed the cool expression to one of customer service. ”Of course, miss. You may follow my comrade over there to take you up to a room.” In silence another server arrived to escort the towering angel.

At the top of the stairs, Andrea waited with arms crossed delicately over her chest. ”Welcome to Cáelmewedd, my friend. I will show you to your room,” she said with a flick of a finger to dismiss her staff. The staffer was quick to take her leave. ”It seems you have been through quite an ordeal. I have a perfect room for you to wash up, bathe, and rest before a meal.” Andrea continued down the long hall that led to the back suites that were saved for her larger more powerful guests. Unlocking a door, she stepped inside to expose the interior. A large bed was available to accommodate even the largest of wings. Individual table for eating in the room, and plush cushioned couches and chairs for comfort. A bathing room was available that had a large soaking tub. ”Now, on the ground floor out back I have a hot springs for you to enjoy if you so wish.”

Andrea was watching the angel carefully to see how she examined the room. ”What name shall I call you by, miss? I am the owner here, Andrea. If you need anything, my staff and myself are here.”

Uriel nodded once as she was led up the stairs by one of the staff only to be greeted by another woman at the top of the stairs. This one welcomed Uriel as well and Uriel noted that at a motion the first staff member who was escorting her hurried away. ”Boxing rings tend to do that you, but he got a lucky shot in.” Was the only thing Uriel replied with as she followed Andrea into the large guest room.

Hot springs were available outside as well, but Uriel would only use those if she knew they were private. Uriel eyed the room and though it was hard to get a ready on her resting bitch face, she did seem to like the room. ”Uriel. Thank you for the room, Andrea, I’ll be down later for something to eat and a drink.” Uriel replied setting her bag down and once Andrea was outside of the door Uriel made sure it was locked.

Now alone Uriel started to remover her armour one piece at a time and set it aside for later cleaning. Under her armour she had light cotton clothing which she also removed, unlike Sirona nudity didn’t bother Uriel, though she was no show off. Uriel took the time to get a bath ready, with as hot as water as she could get. The archangel got some soap and settled into the bath letting the heat sink into her muscles and dunking her head under the water for a few moments as well.

Heaving a heavy sign Uriel laid back and relaxed for a while before she got herself clean, among other things.

About an hour later back down in the tavern proper Uriel started to make her way down the stairs, wearing simple clothing that covered her but wasn’t tight fitting. Once at the bottom of the stairs Uriel turned, again ignoring any looks she was getting from the other patrons, some of whom might recognize her, and went to the bar. Sitting on a stool Uriel shifted her head from side to side cracking her neck as she did, before looking to whoever was behind the bar. ”Two shots of absinthe, a glass of water, medium rare steak with roasted and seasoned potatoes please.” Uriel ordered, once more, while Sirona didn’t drink, Uriel did, though she wouldn’t drink to excess… sometimes.

A slight smirk with a raised brow was Andrea’s response to Uriel’s explanation for her disheveled state. Turning her back to the large angel, Andrea motioned her to follow. ”I think you are one with some interesting tales that I would enjoy listening to later,” she commented over her shoulder. The smirk was still present as it was not as often for Andrea to make acquaintance with a boxing angel. She had heard of these boxing rings for sport, but it was not often that she met people who would partake. Typically, her inn gave refuge for hunters of the dark essences. It was always interesting to her when new patrons made it through her doors.

Andrea crossed her arms over her chest while she waited for the angel who named herself as Uriel to assess the room. Hopefully it would accommodate her well considering her size along with the wingspan. Again, it was not often she had winged guests, but they were going to be welcomed like any other if they had the coin. ”Take your time, and I will make sure you are well tended downstairs. If you have any…specific delicacies that you prefer, let me know. We can cater to most needs.” A shallow bow of her head was made before leaving the room to allow her guest the privacy.

A light click was barely audible as she closed the door behind her. Andrea let out a soft sigh before straightening her back to move on to her next task. In the back of her mind she filed away the need to look into some additions of rooms for larger guests. She was pleased that the word was getting out about her place, but that also meant her patrons were going to be a larger variety. Andrea wanted to make sure she could accommodate them appropriately.

Light footsteps were made as she quickly graced down the stairs to the main floor. Instructions were given as she moved about the main floor that served the food and spirits. Andrea was taking a simple inventory of the alcohol behind the bar as the large female angel took a seat at the wooden bar. The bartender took the order and poured the drinks before putting in the food order. Andrea kept her mouth silent for the time being while Uriel enjoyed her drinks of absinthe. It was not an easy beverage to get in stock at times, but thankfully Andrea had good connections.

When the shots were consumed, the owner put down her list to pour a couple more shots; one for Uriel and one for herself. ”So, tell me about the boxing ring story, and that lucky shot…and this drink is on the house.” Andrea pushed the glass over to the large warrior with a knowing smile on her face. She couldn’t help but crave stories from out in the field.

She didn’t need to wait long before the bartender had poured the two shots she had requested and put her food order in with the kitchen. Taking one shot in her hand Uriel downed it in one gulp, feeling the burning liquid seep down her throat. Setting that shot glass down the archangel took up the second shot and leaned back in her seat. Anyone else might have fallen backwards because she was on a stool with no back to it, but given her height her feet were still touching the floor and with how large her wings were she was using them as props to lean back on. So despite the fact that two of the stool’s feet were off the floor she was balanced just fine.

The second shot didn’t go down right away, as Uriel seemed to be in thought for a time, though it was hard to read her face to tell what she could be thinking about. It was only about five minutes before she took the shot and set the glass down on the bar top, only to have the woman from before, Andrea, the owner, come over to her. Uriel eyed her and then the two shots of absinthe that she poured, pushing one towards Uriel. Andrea asked of the boxing story and the lucky shot, saying that this drink was on the house.

Uriel thoughts a moment before taking the drink and looked to Andrea. ”Slainte.” Uriel intoned before she downed the absinthe in one go like she had the last two drinks. She was in a surprisingly good mood, one that many hadn’t seen the grumpy archangel in. Probably because she had decided to take some time away from the ring, she wanted to do some exploring and connect with Gabriel again. Not to mention that a hot bath did wonders to take the tension out of her muscles and mind.

”I was up against a rather lanky troll, thing, I don’t fucking know, hadn’t seen one before that day. Ugly bastard I’ll say that much. That was part of the problem, I had to adapt on the fly to match what he was capable of, and since he was my size he had the same reach.” Uriel explained. ”This was also a kickboxing match, and I knew early I had the advantage there, his kicks were wild and predictable. First round we were just trying to size each other up, a few shots and kicks here and there, but that was it. Second round we tested each others defences more and by the end of that round I knew what I needed to, but I think he did to, the poor fucker.” Uriel grinned. ”Third round started and we both came out of our corners swinging hard. I’ll give him this much, he was a good fight, but he let frustration get to him.” She paused long enough to take a drink of water.

”It was part a lucky shot and part because I let him in that close to set him up. I wanted him in close enough that I could shove him into optimal range for me to kick him. He stepped up and I misjudged what he would do and he caught me as you can see. But I still shoved him away to where I wanted him. Gave him a good fucking kick to the side of the head, cut my damn foot on his tusk though, that fucking hurt.” She grumbled. ”He went down after that and I won.” She finished.

Having a rather large female angel in residence for the first time was interesting. Andrea was intrigued to watch the woman maneuver as if she did not have a set of large wings upon her broad back. A warrior through and through. Uriel was not even close to the notions of what a female angel was to look like. She was not a small, frail looking woman. Instead she towered over just about everyone within the inn. Andrea worked on organizing some of the liquors under the bar as she thought of how Harker’s height would match with the angel’s.

It was a gamble if Uriel was going to want the offered drink. If she would want any sort of company, but Andrea was not one to shy away from making such efforts to her more introverted clientele. For her kind of business there was no room for being afraid of the kind of people she catered to. From what Andrea could tell, the absinthe was helping ply the angel warrior to be in a talking mood.

Once her guest had taken her shot, Andrea did the same. The burning liquid slid down her throat quickly, though Andrea was barely able to keep the reflex cough from occurring. She was used to drinking with her guests, but this particular liquor was strong. Shaking her head slightly before making an effort to listen to Uriel’s story.

As the story began two more drinks were poured to replace the liquid that had been already consumed. Andrea leaned the beautifully polished bar with her elbows while waiting for her guest to take her drink before downing her own. She titled her head to the side while listening to the recap. The way everything was described Andrea could imagine what it was like being there. She hardly had the chance to leave the inn to go on any sort of night out. It would have been nice if a certain someone had asked her to enjoy a night out. Unfortunately, Andrea knew that it was most likely never going to happen.

”Well, it sounds like it was strategy above everything else that got the win. You may have taken a shot, but it worked out well in the end. Good job, Miss Angel.”. Andrea lifted up her shot glass in a congratulating motion before drinking it down.

From the corner of her eye she could see that one of her waiters was waiting patiently to serve the food that had been ordered. ”Thank you for your story, dear patron. Enjoy your meal. If you need anything else, just let me know.”. With a quick nod, Andrea moved out of the way for the plate to be put down along with a nice set of utensils.

The Innkeeper wiped her hands on a spare towel before moving to start cleaning down one of the recently emptied tables. Despite being the owner of a prestigious location, Andrea enjoyed still rolling up her sleeves to do some of the basic work.