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layin' in the afterglow
Layer Cake's sign glows in the darkness. A blinking halo accents the top and a devil's spade-shaped tail points back towards the letters. But the sign is small, only accenting the building, which is otherwise sleek and dark from the outside.
In a way, it's He Ming's current second home. He'd discovered the club, a location for earthbound supernatural beings to play and socialize without being eyed by any higher-ups, soon after leaving Heaven. As odd as the business is, it suits He Ming. He doesn't need to sleep and he doesn't need to eat. There are always interesting people there. He could spend all his hours in Layer Cake if he wanted to. It already helps He Ming do a lot more outreach than appearing individually to mortals in visions, so the temptation is there.
But He Ming isn't the kind to be easily tempted—since he's an angel—and he loves sunlight too much to stay inside for that long.
Instead he spends the day exploring, letting the city's busyness and energy sink into him. He finally bustles into Layer Cake two hours before his shift is supposed to start with a bag full of baked goods and a couple of coffees to share with his coworkers for the night. After doling most of them out in the dressing room, he sidles forth to where the bar is being set up. He's still dressed in his street clothes, and the bartender looks new. He Ming eyes him, then proffers coffee, a croissant, and a smile.
"Need some fuel for the night shift?"
In a way, it's He Ming's current second home. He'd discovered the club, a location for earthbound supernatural beings to play and socialize without being eyed by any higher-ups, soon after leaving Heaven. As odd as the business is, it suits He Ming. He doesn't need to sleep and he doesn't need to eat. There are always interesting people there. He could spend all his hours in Layer Cake if he wanted to. It already helps He Ming do a lot more outreach than appearing individually to mortals in visions, so the temptation is there.
But He Ming isn't the kind to be easily tempted—since he's an angel—and he loves sunlight too much to stay inside for that long.
Instead he spends the day exploring, letting the city's busyness and energy sink into him. He finally bustles into Layer Cake two hours before his shift is supposed to start with a bag full of baked goods and a couple of coffees to share with his coworkers for the night. After doling most of them out in the dressing room, he sidles forth to where the bar is being set up. He's still dressed in his street clothes, and the bartender looks new. He Ming eyes him, then proffers coffee, a croissant, and a smile.
"Need some fuel for the night shift?"