fandomtownies | Freedom Arms, Friday

Alec had been having a rough few weeks, and honestly, he wasn't sure that the bummed-out feeling was going to go away without playing to his strengths. Training and working here at Freedom Arms were all well and good, but he was a Nephilim, and he'd always preferred the hands-on mind-off method of dealing with his problems: beating up some unrelated, irrelevant demon in order to feel better.

That wasn't always possible here, or... ever possible here, so he was thinking of maybe going home for a few days. It'd be nice to take a break. He could use the sanity check.

In the meantime, he was still here, and he had some shotguns to set up in the shape of an American flag. Oh, new management.