Saber smiled and slid it over before getting behind the bar. "Last call. For alcohol. Grab your hats. Grab your coats. And if you have some. Grab your goats. Cause its last call. For alcohol."
"Thanks, Sabe. Better hope I don't catch anything." He ate the rest whole. "I need another bottle of spirits," said Azrael. "And I suppose I should pay off my tab."
Azrael pulled out a fat sack of bits and tossed them to Saber. "The extra is for Maya. Pocket none of it."
"You do that. Or... the Demon of Death Valley." Azrael drank from his bottle. "No name theft," said Asmo. "Not sure what that's from, but it's taken."
she blinked, then pulled out a bag of coins and set it on the counter, then yawned and started humming again
I'm going forward in time to make sure that those so called specifications won't harm me or my vehicles.