AN: This really doesn't have much to do with the rest of the story, but I agreed to write it for my Beta reader, so blame her for this one, my other one has been kept busy reading my Speed Freak stories. She just wanted around 200 words, so that's what I did. It's set just before Shadow Fall so enjoy.

Xander entered the demon bar. His white hair trailing behind him as he moved, the pale glow of mako eyes showing that he was definitely not normal.

Those that sensed the power within him backed away immediately as Lorne felt the wards tremble for a moment and then stabilize with a sigh of relief. His mind flashed through the recent reports he had heard about a white haired entity that managed to make Sunnydale as close to a demon ghost town as he could, including taking down a second circle demon with apparent ease. Beyond that, he was seen with a single wing closest the viewer could compare it to was a ravens, black feathers and all.

Was it possible that this was a true angel cast down? The last ones had waged war against the demon population and the Fallen managed to conquer several dimensions before they decided extermination was not the proper method of dealing with Demons.

In other words, if this was someone like that, all the wards in the world wouldn't keep those inside the bar alive.

The warrior stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink that was hurriedly prepared and given to him.

"How much?"

"Take it," the bartender managed to stutter, his face turning pale, "It's on the house, please don't hurt me!"

Lorne was still hoping that he and his bar lasted the night.

Thankfully, he left nearly immediately, well, after the guy speared the weapons check guy with his sword.