Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
Oliver flinched violently as she suddenly began to scream at him, and fell of his chair, shuffling away from her, his eyes wide in shock. "P-pigeons?" He murmured confusedly at nobody in particular, "I didn't know you could grow pigeons..." The imp got to his feet with a small huff, getting back onto his stool before snatching the bottle of bourbon away from the crazy witch, chugging a good deal of the liquid down to calm his suddenly twitchy nerves. He placed the bottle back on the counter, wiping his mouth with his hoodie sleeve.
"Damn."
"Damn."