Ok I'm gonna start giving these chapter names ig 😭
Content warning for drugs, overdosing, assault.
Picking himself off the floor he grabbed the couple grams of coke from his purses side pocket, the one he saved for a special occasion, now being used as an escape.
he slipped the powder onto his vanity, grinding up the dust using a spare business card left lying around.
Angel brought his face down at eye level to the vanity and plugged one nostril, swiftly snorting the thin white line of powder he felt a sense of relief from his daily life, like he would never feel the same way he did when Val left him there, vulnerable and insecure.
He felt as if everything shackling him down was released.
Angel breathed a sigh of relief, shoving his wrinkled clothes back on his body, he had no idea of where he'd go but it never mattered anyway. He died, it couldn't get any worse than it already was.
Angel strutted out of the glass doors, awaiting him was the same shiny blue car that picked him up that morning.
"Can ya take me ta the club? Doesn't matter which one, I couldn't care less." Angel tipped down his pink sunglasses to look the driver in the eyes, his driver gave him a slight nod.
The car slowly drifted down the pavement, picking up the pace gradually, it didn't take long before angel was stood outside a flashy nightclub, people lined up down the block just for some cheap drinks and a chance to bang the first slut they'd see.
Angel approached the bouncer, a large burly dude in a black suit. "Hey hot stuff" Angel blew a kiss. "Hey Angel welcome back." The guy said with an ounce of sarcasm backing his voice.
Angel pushed open the door to find himself being lit by bright neon lights flashing across the dance floor.
The place was littered with drunken whores and empty beer bottles, the whole place reeked of bad cologne and sex.
Angel approached the bar, his heels clacking against the floor, maneuvering through the crowds of people.
"can I get a shot of the strongest shit ya got?" He winked at the bartender, watching the man get a bottle on the top shelf and pour him the shot.
"Keepin your tab open I assume?" Angel nodded and tipped his head back, emptying the glass.
Angel strutted onto the dance floor after downing several shots of beelzejuice, stumbling and slightly tipsy he moved throughout the crowd of people, feeling the coke throughout his body, pulsing through him.
The night was a blur, memories flashing before himself, he danced with any man that would take him, they bought him shots and eventually they headed towards the bathroom, drinks in hand.
The stall door closed behind the two, angels drink placed on the small shelf above the toilet.
Angel took off the man's belt and grabbed his semi hard dick, pumping his hand up and down the man's shaft, eventually taking it in his mouth, licking his tip, angel could taste the salty precum spilling out as the man pushed angels head farther down.
After a few minutes the man pulled out of angels mouth, cumming on angels exposed chest.
"Slut." The man laughed and pushed angel out of the way, walking out of the bathroom stall.
Angel wiped his drool slicked mouth and chugged the rest of his drink, walking out of the bathroom he felt dizzy and out of place, the lights were muted to coloured flickers across the room, people started to seem blurry and distorted as if they weren't actually there.
He walked over to the bar for the third time that night even after telling himself he was done.
Five people grabbing his ass.
Four bathroom hookups.
Three shots of beelzejuice.
Two lines of coke.
One drugged martini.
Angel stumbled out of the club, streetlights warped and bending lights like a contortionist, people stared at the mess angel dust was reverted into.
Angel walked until he could see the hotels bright lights, he pushed open the front doors and was immediately blinded by the brightly lit lobby.
"Angel are you okay?" Husks voice was warped as angels mind processed what was happening.
*thud*
"ANGEL? ANGEL WAKE UP!"
Angel closed his eyes, succumbing to the floor.
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