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Angel coughed, before downning another glass of water.
"Angel talk to me...Angel" Husk repeated the word, his name burning on his tongue like only sweet acid.
"Ange-" "WHAT" His head snapped to Husk so hard, it seemed as if his neck should've broke.
"Angel can we talk?"
"Why dont you ask Marice that?" He said "Marice" like he was mocking her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Husks voice was icy, tired, done for the night, "Dont pull that bullshit" Angel snapped, standing up briskly.
"I could tell she was into you" He pulled up right into Husks face, glaring down in that tired, drunk way he reflected after drinking a few thousand shots.
"Into me!? I barely even noticed she was there!"
"I dont fucking care your supposed to be mine." Angel was shaking with insecurity, fear that husk would-
"Im not yours! We're not even OFFICIAL."
That stung. Tears clawed into his cornea, drilling his heart. "What...do you mean?"
"I mean you're not even my boyfriend! We went on ONE DATE. Grow the fuck up."
The only interesting thing Angel could seem find in the room at that moment were his shoes. Big, black, cold.
"I thought it meant something! JOKES ON ME for having hope in a drunk!"
Angel knew that was a punch for Husk, he didnt know why, but he suspected it had something to do with his wife leaving him when he was alive.
"GOD YOUR SO EMOTIONAL" Husk looked Angel right in the eye, sparing no space.
"I SAW THE WAY YOU LOOK AT MARICE"
"GODAMNIT WHY ARE YOU SO UPSET?!"
"UPSET!? WHO SAID IM FUCKING UPSET? NOW YOUR JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS?!"
Husk made a small angry gasp. "IM jumping to conclusions?! YOUR FUCKING SCREAMING AT ME!"
"So Im not allowed to be upset that she was hanging all over you?"
"NO! I mean yes! I mean, FUCK YOU"
"WHAT!?"
"I mean when you put it like that I SOUND FUCKINg CRAZY"
"MAYBE ITS BECAUSE you are?"
"You are acting IRRATIONAL, stop overreacting."
Charlie was standing on the stairs, coming down to get something in her nightgown, covered in Vaggies light purple lip gloss.
"OH shit." She looked very uncomfortable when she noticed the rage in the gay 'couples' eyes.
"Yknow what? Im just gonna...go" She hurried upstairs, but Husks eyes barely strayed from Angels.
Angel sighed.
"Look...Does she...? Does she know about me Husk? Just answer me that."
Husk whipped out a cigarette and swiftly lit in. He took in a long puff before finally sheepishly stating the truth.
"no" He looked up at Angel, taking another puff of the cigarette.
He would need it. "And I wish I didnt either."
That was the finally blow.
A look of despair etched Angels face as he rubbed the sadness out of his eyes. It was no use.
He ended up just smearing his mascara, which caused him to look like an absolute wreck.
"Your making a big deal out of nothing, just go to bed and face me in the morning when your more sober and less of an absolute mess"
he growled, throwing the cigarette at the wall.
He knew Angel would hate him, he knew what he was doing was hurting him, but he got lost in the moment, the things he said.
"Husk listen"
"NO"
"please"
"Im done with listening"
"what the fuck is wrong with you?" His voice was hoarse, weak with yelling, aged with cigarettes and shots.
That peek of Anthony was showing. "I thought I knew you, but here you are, flirting with other demons and berating me when I call you out on your shit"
"Im not berating you"
"yes you are. And look, I haven't had a drink all evening I am sober as SHIT because I was WAITING FOR YOU. Waiting for you to stop talking to Marice so we could have our night."
Husk looked at Angel. The hurt, the heavy, one more insult could break him, leave him on his knees...Did husk want that?
No...But he couldnt think straight.
"Maybe your not jealous..." Husk chuckled, "your just so fucking wrecked that someone else gives a shit about me? Huh? Because only YOU get to be loved. Or...Your just insecure I wont need you. You're letting your fragile masculinity show. And it is not your color"
"what masculinity? Im a fucking male prostitute...if you haven't noticed mister fuckstain! Your heads been up your ass so long, you dont even know my personality anymore. My masculinity is not fragile. Because there is none. Period."
"It shows in the way you fucking act. Your like a little horny kid"
"FUCK YOU" there was the crack. Angel was broken.
Done.
Husk did that. Oh dont worry, He will regret it tomorrow, but for now feed off of the angst my children.
"Im going to bed".
Anthony trudged up the stairs, Husks eyes followed.
Husk watched him until Anthony was behind the corner.
"I'm sorry" He whispered, regret already washing over him, but it was too late. Angel would never accept his apology now.
Not even Anthony would at this point...
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