<span class="bbc_u">The Bartender</span><br/><br/>He seemed to materialize from the end of the bar, polishing a glass as he moved out of the shadows.  "Bloody Mary, eh?  Appropriate enough choice, I'd say.  Sorry about the wait.  I trust Angel was very helpful?  She's a sweet girl."  He set the glass on the bar and reached for the vodka.  The large bottle seemed to almost float as he flipped it over to pour it.  Then it slipped down and disappeared behind the cabinet, and he finished up the drink, garnished with a long piece of celery.  "Careful there, sweetie; it's a bit spicy."