The flashing reflections dancing off the polished wooden floor got the angel's attention as he was walking around the tables arranging some candles for people wanting to sit down together. Following the neon trail he found the source of the strange lights leading behind the bar. Leaning over the counter, he tapped his scotch glass down on the bar top and smirked.

"Can I help you, sir? Fancy a Dirty Angel? It's a new cocktail of mine."

Why yes, Balthazar had just made a few new cocktails up in celebration of his new bar opening. Of course Jack would roll into the bar acting like he owned the place. No doubt bounding with energy, which the angel could feel emanating from him.