Nothing wrong at all. It made the amble to the bar almost like a pleasant little stroll as the cards were whisked away as quickly as they'd appeared.

"Oh it's as real as you want it to be. Some will say otherwise but," He gave a light wave of his hand. "They're usually trying to sell you something. Or actual Seers which is a whole 'nother ball of wax."

Molly seems quite content to follow Mick's lead, settling easily on the stool at his side as he glanced around at their surroundings. An angel-run bar, now wasn't that something! "Whisky sounds about perfect. Something that'll really put a kink in my tail if you would be so kind."