And I'm asking 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥..?

Chapter One.

After a particularly hard day in the studio Angel really needed a good ol' pick-me-up. The click of his heels echo on the cracked and destroyed cement of the sidewalk. 

He feels a sharp pain coursing through his ankle, not knowing what had happened until he looked back to see a obscenely large divot that his heel had gotten stuck in, leading to rolling his ankle.

"Of fuckin' course." He quietly curses, annoyed and frustrated with the world at the moment, feeling if everything is attacking or happening to him on purpose. He rolls his eyes and continues to walk, ignoring the searing pain surrounding his ankle.

Angel shudders at a cold breeze that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He clenches the ripped up and shredded jacket tightly, trying to keep himself wrapped in it as much as possible. His hair blows in the wind, tickling his face making him grumble in annoyance. 

After walking the streets for another 10 minutes and having to fight some thirsty demons off of him, he makes it to his favourite bar to get fucked up at. He strides in confidently, one foot in front of the other with each step.

A couple loan sharks cat-call him, winking and saying vulgar things like 'Hey slut', then laughing afterwards. Angel struts to the bar, sitting down on one of the red leather bar stools. He crosses his left leg over his other, the latex squeaking upon contact quietly. The bartender, Keith, greets him and asks what he'd like to drink tonight.

"How 'bout.. ehhh.. a kinky pink vodka with a lil' pineapple?" Angel tells the bartender, forming the statement into a question at the end. The bartender just nods his head with a gentle smile, something Angel really needed to see after a hard day. Gentleness.

After about five minutes later, Angels thoughts were interrupted by a small scraping sound of the glass sliding across the wooden counter top. "Thanks toots!" Angel smiles and begins to chug the drink, drinking the juice from the lemon that was included on the rim. "Woo!! Anotha' one!" He exclaims before slamming the cup on the counter.

"Don't go overboard again, you know what happened last time." The bartender warns Angel. 

"Yea, yea, I know. Anotha' one." Angel flashes a wide smile, the lights flashing and reflecting off his golden tooth. The bartender rolls his eyes playfully with a small scoff and begins to make Angel another drink. 

Angel Dust taps his finger on the counter nervously, eyeing his surroundings. He known this bar is a pretty safe place and Keith would protect him if needed (even though he can protect himself), but there's a couple new faces that have been watching him the whole time, not taking their eyes off of him once. He has to admit, it's a bit unsettling. It doesn't make the situation any better since he's practically wearing a dirty rag.

"Hey uh.. Keith? Ya got anythin' I could cova' up with? There's a couple weirdos watchin' me in the corner ova' there.." Angel asks, using his thumb to point over his shoulder behind him. He can feel his heart racing.

"Hm? Oh yea give me a moment, my jacket is in the back." Keith scoots the newly made drink on the counter to Angel and walks into a door located behind the bar.

Angel sits there nervously, taking occasional sips from his fruitful drink unlike before when he had chugged it. He peers over his shoulder and sees one of the guys beginning to walk over, Angel can only assume he'd be the leader. He feels his heart sink and he bounces his leg up the metal support on the barstool, dreading every moment of Keith being gone.

Though Angel knows he could protect himself, from how hard work was he's feeling a bit weak and almost disoriented. Plus not to mention, fighting off the creeps from earlier used almost all of what little energy he already had left, leaving him with even less.