This was exhausting. Everything about the situation. And now Angle had to sneak out of the hotel. Now he had to put avoiding Husker on his list of things to do. Which would be hard to do Given the man sits by the front door across from the main room. The second Angel is pulled into a therapy session with Charlie its over. Husker will fallow him out. His only saving grace from the conversation would be if work called. If Valentino called. He hated relying on that.
He hated this more. Walking through town to head to the studio. He knew what was awaiting him. The same possessive bullshit he always had to face with Valentino. He walked into the tower. Heading through the place as he always had. Ignoring the others coming and going. No use in dwelling. They were all stuck in the same situation. His body moving on auto pilot. Heading into the studio where people were setting up. He came in and began getting ready. Changing into a cheerleader outfit with the v's signature on it. Allowing the makeup artists to change his look. Something more innocent but deadly.
"Hey Angi, man is it good to be back. Those clients were total sleazes" A woman came up to him. Short and skinny, bushy hair all around her horns and long face ending in a beak. Her drop top stating 'crew' on it and her black tights ripped up the sides like fishnet stockings. She rolled her yellow and red eyes at the idea of the boat.
"Hey Carol" Angel spoke distantly. The gossip queen of the studio that everyone hated. "Those guys sucked ass seriously. And not in the fun way. I mean the fact we had to walk around diddling each other. What was Valentino thinking. Specially sending so many of us. I get there was like what 20 some odd men but still. They were so two pump chumps I feel like three gals would of been sufficient. Stupid boys wanting to be like hot shots like they think they're the shit. Augh gag me with a spoon" she rambled. Angel was hardly listening to her.
He fixed his outfit as someone else did up his make up. He sat down on the stool for them, Moving his lower hands to pull up the tall socks for his scene as some cheerleader type. The woman shifted her weight as she set her hands on her hips.
"Bet that guy of yours was pissed to. I mean If I was dating a sex worker I'd go crazy thinking about all the people they were sleeping with. And if the rumors are true that your dating the radio demon we'll I'm surprised you're even still here. I mean a powerful man like that letting his boyfriend be owned by someone else. It's so far fetched" Carol presented to him. The man doing his makeup paused. Looking her over then Angel. Damn she was going to ruin this. If the rumors circled around the tower, Vox would hear about it. It be to close to home to ignore. Angel wanted to push a front but he couldn't. He didn't have the energy. Waiting for Valentino's punishment.
"It's complicated. New, we're still figuring it out. He's like Asexual an knows I have desires an needs. So I get it at work. I don't fuck rando's on the street no more jus for business. Since I work a lot anyway. He doesn't really care, long as I'm safe. He also doesn' wanna be solvin my problems. He's all bout self strength. An honestly I'm glad. I don' need a knight in shinnin armor comin in an savin me. This whole thin is my mess an I'll figure shit out. He jus supports me an it's good. Finally got someone ta go home ta an curl up with afta a hard day" Angel lied. He hoped it was convincing. He spoke loudly for the room to hear him. A few pausing to listen. Carol raised a brow at him as she crossed her arms under her chest.
"That sounds fake as fuck" she dismissed. Angel rolled his eyes. "Think what yuh want, not my fault yuh can't have a deep connection with someone. I always forget yuh so one dimensional and its all sex with yuh. Can' love nobody an nobody wants ta love yuh" Angel teased. Getting the woman to drop her jaw.
"Excuse me. Listen here you second rate slut" she began to insult and Angel smirked at her. Leaning away from the man doing his makeup. "Hard ta do that with yuh fishy smell cloggin up the space. Girl do yuh ever wash or is ratty what yuh goin for" he dissed. Moving a hand to cover his nose.
