Booze was booze and Angel wasn't going to turn it down. He reached out to take the glass from Alastor, scooting over on his sheets to make room for the other demon if he wanted a place to sit.

"Thanks..." It was so damn strange seeing the mouthy little spider be so.. quiet. Sipping at the whiskey, he stared out the window. "Not going to lie, its strange as hell. I know they ain't coming but I can't shake this feelin', ya know? I don't know what to do about it. My insides are still buzzin'."