To their creditability The group had kept up the singing till they got to another town. Angel drove through the touristy shops full of bathing suits, beer, and sex accessories. Sold openly. They came up to a house on the beach. A little blue thing with a whole wall of windows that acted as a front and back door. Angel parked his car behind it. The whole group piling out quickly.
Alastor got out of the car with the rest of them. The five heading for the trunk. He on the other hand looked over the new environment. The house was rather small from the outside. Cherri popped up beside him. Holding her large bag on her back.
"You want inside big man" she teased him as she jingled keys. Presumably to the house it's self. She moved down the grassy sand hill and over to the wooden stair case leading to a short deck. Alastor fallowed her up. taking the few steps to the deck. A table set was nailed to the ground a top it. Blue which didn't match Angel's aesthetic at all. Cherri unlocked the sliding door. The glass shun like bullet proof glass. It was rather thick to. She slid the door open then stepped into the house.
Alastor joined her. Stepping off to the side to look the place over. The walls and floor where a light sandy brown, looking like the sand outside. A large ratty rug sat on the floor covered with a wicker coffee table and two blue chairs opposite of each other. Leaving room for a long blue couch over decorated with hand knit pillows. Across from it sat an old block tv on a white stand. Housing a vhs player and tapes. Two white shelves sat on either side with books and such on it. The kitchen sat behind this whole display. A white and blue finish on it.
Alastor could of sworn Angel said this was his place. But the decor didn't match him at all. Alastor stepped inside to look everything over. Ignoring the others coming in and setting their stuff on the ground. as they wondered about like they lived there. Alastor walked by a shelf. Pausing when something caught his eye. He looked over at the books. Seeing a framed photo on one of the shelves.
In the frame was a photo of Angel, wearing awful small red glasses on his face. A pink frilly swim suit top sat over his arm was draped around a smaller man. Black fur coating him. He looked a lot like Angel. His hair flopping in the same manor as him. Spider like attributes. But this man had eyes above and below his main ones. And they were red. His face structure was the same though.
The little black spider had his arm around Angels waist in a non possessive manor. They both wore the same bracelets. String ones with beads spelling things. The black spiders bracelet stated. 'Gun slinger' while Angels stated 'escape artist'. They smiled in a similar fashion. Angels looking brighter then the man he held on to. Was this the brother he had let slip in the car. Alastor moved away from the photo. He walked around the place. Turning when He heard the door open again. Angel walked into the place. He set his bag down and his pack. Tossing them by the couch. He spotted something on the little end table and grabbed it.
A magazine. He shoved it into his bag, looking over at the others who were wondering about. Seeing if any one saw him. Alastor turned his head down as he blinked, seeming like he didn't notice a thing. He opened his eyes. Seeing Angel spot the photo on the shelf. His eyes widened and he darted for it. Grabbing it and tucking it in the waste band of his pants. He turned his back to the shelf then clapped his hands together a bit nervously. Looking about the room.
"Alright so there's only three bedrooms an given what happened last time. Er, I think it best ta double up. Rachel, Carla yuh'll share a room. Dexter an Cherri the other and I'll bunk with Al" Angel informed. Rachel puffed out her cheeks where she sat on the couch.
"Possessive much" she dissed him. "Who died and made you the boss" Carla spoke from the back of the couch. She leaned on it to glare at Angel. Her teeth un moving, jumbling her words as she spoke. Cherri wondered over and tossed herself onto the back of the couch. Dexter sat up on the other side of the cushions.
