Angel was ranting. To you, again. Not that you could complain, you were the bartender, the all wise, all listening bartender.

Angel sat at the bar as you poured him his second drink, and he ranted about how shitty his job was.

“And- and Val just fuckin sucks! At everything! He does the same shit every damn time- and the scripts are hot garbage!”

He tells, downing the drink. Oh god, poor guy.