attempt 2.
This was Vaggie's plan. Which was just Angel's approach minus sexual innuendoes and people in close proximity. Vaggie knew this hotel well enough to be able to sneak around. Undetected by Charlie or Alastor. Or so she hoped. She held out her phone and called Angel when she saw the man finally leave the lobby. Giving up on analyzing Charlies bored. He laughed at it and she tried really hard not to hop over the couch and deck the man for it. Regardless of that scenario ending bad for her. She couldn't help the rage his laughter caused. How did Angel ever fall in love with it. He left the room and she hurried to dial Angels number.
He picked up rather slowly. "Hello" he spoke as if he had a mouth full of food. "Estupida, are you in the kitchen. I told you to wait for my signal" she whispered into the phone. "Hey don't call me stupid. I was waiting. But I got nervous and couldn't help it. Believe me I'll pay for it plenty at work" Angel spoke annoyed. Vaggie placed her fingers on the bridge of her nose. "Forgetting how fucked up that is. The target is on the move. He just left the lobby and flanking right" Vaggie peered over the couch again, seeing the mans shadow head down the hall away from the kitchen.
"I don't know what that means" Angel told on the line. Vaggie groaned. She stood up in the room, catching Nifty's attention. "He's heading passed the library" she told the man. Suddenly hearing a commotion on the line. The the slamming of a door. "I'll head around and cut him off" Angel spoke. Vaggie ran out from behind the couch and headed down the hall. Keeping a distance as she did. "I'll tail him incase he changes course" she whispered.
Vaggie fallowed the stretch of the mans shadow. Ducking somewhere when she noticed it move in a way that wasn't mimicked by the dapper man. She glared at the thing. Hating how far she had to trail behind because of it. Not wanting to be spotted.
"Ok Im down the east wing, uh I think I might be lost" Angel spoke. He stood in a hall, full of paintings that were of a looming family. The space felt haunted compared to the rest of the hotel. "You're not lost that Charlies hall. You just went to far. He's coming around the corner so make yourself decent and remember no innuendos. No body language. Just a straight forward 'will you go on a date with me'" Vaggie reminded. Angel playfully rolled his eyes and dismissed her. "Please there is nothin straight about me" he joked to her.
He took a step and tripped over his own feet. Falling forward and dropping his phone to stop himself from smacking his head on the ground. He let out a relieved sigh that his face didn't smack on the hard wood. A set of shoes stepped into his view and he tensed. They were Alastor's. Black with a red stripe at the base. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He tilted his head to look up. Catching the mans eyes as he stared down. Annoyance twitched on his face.
"And what are you doing on the floor" Alastor asked. Like he didn't really want to know. Angel looked around. His eyes searching the area till he saw his phone situated by the wall. Still lit up with a picture of yogurt and the word 'nag' under it. "Ah um I am just inspectin" Angel forced a smile on his face. He lowered his head and eyed the floor line. "Ya know uh for bug nests. I mean Nifty has um complications with them so I thought I'd help" he hurried to say. He turned his sights up. Looking up at Alastor. The man cocked his head to the side, his ears flopping along with the motion.
The situation so familiar to Angel he began to speak before he realized he was saying words. "Why do ya~" he cut himself off and bit down on his own tongue when he realized he was about to make a sub joke. He gritted his teeth together to push the many advances down. "Uh know where any may be" he forced a smile. Alastor narrowed his eyes at Angel. "Ha no o' course not" Angel scurrying back. Hitting a table against the wall. He turned his head seeing the vague shape of a statue fall. He cringed, waiting for the impact of it on his head. But a hand reached out and caught it before it could even touch his hair. The back of the glove brushing the strands of Angels hair. Then it lifted away. He turned his head to look up at Alastor.
