Alastor was a drug. Through and through. He was addictive. Creating intense highs and lows. His absents an itch in the skin. An anxious tick till another hit could be taken. Angel sat at the bar in the hotel. Looking for any distraction from it all really. Each minute was torment. Not knowing if he was going to get dragged back to the studio to face his choices at the hand of his pimp. If he was going to be whisked away on an outing of some kind with Alastor. Or get bombarded with therapy lessons.
He tapped the bar's surface. Looking at the clock above the wall. His phone laying beside him. It was silent. To silent. He was in trouble so where was the chain on his collar. Was it being pulled and he couldn't feel it because of the collar he had on his neck. He swallowed hard.
Husker set a drink in front of him and it didn't even touch the surface before he was grabbing it. Downing it in one gulp. Letting out an anxious sigh as he set it down. He ran a hand through his hair. Ignoring the wide eyed stare the man gave him. It was gone in a blink of an eye anyway.
"Something you wanna talk about" he asked, taking the glass to refill it. Angel shook his head. Bouncing his leg. "No I'm good" he told and Husker exhaled loudly. "Doesn't seem like it. Did you even sleep last night. You look run down" the bartender told. Angel glared at him the best he could.
"Fuck off. Like your a bed of roses. Look at that fugly mug. Yuh'd be better a mut Husk" he dissed back a bit loudly. Husker flipped him off. Turning the bottle in his hand to pour more liquid in his glass. He was hardly done when Angel grabbed it. Sticking out his tongue then knocking it back.
"You're gonna be drunk before noon" Husker warned. Angel set his glass down to speak. "Yeah an then yuh'd finally have a chance with all this. Passed out and rip for that two pump dick oh yers" Angel made a lude gesture as he rolled his eyes.
"There a reason your being a bigger jerk then usual. Did something happen with the boss and his game. With Valentino" he inquired. Angel seized. Stiffening as he cringed in fear. He turned his gaze down, gripping at his stomach with his lower hands.
"It's nothin" he denied. Keeping his sights from Husker. Not wanting to look at the feline. Husker reached a hand out. Setting it down next to Angels but not touching him. He turned his gaze to the black and white pattern running up his hand.
"Angi" he spoke and the spider shook his head. "It's fine, yuh jus gonna tell me I'm being stupid an self destructive again. An maybe I am. Maybe shits pretty damn fucked. But that's fine because I have it handled. It's jus... give me another" Angel sighed out. Husker moved to pour him some more. He kept his opinions to himself as he passed the drink over. Moving to set his stool down so he could sit across from Angel.
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Their silence was broken by overly quick heels on the ground. For a second Angel thought they belonged to Valentino. He jumped up and back. Throwing himself at the stools and bar. He held on to the surface of the bar, his sights up. Till he saw nothing. He turned his gaze down. Way down. Seeing Lucifer. The blond man staring up at him with a wide grin on his face. Unease in his eyes.
"Ah ha, sorry for startling you. I guess I was a bit to fast. Ahem. Mistress Angeldust. My dear sweet daughter has informed me that when two people have a difference or tension a way to resolve the issue can be to mend the relationship with a gift" he spoke. Raising his hand up, presenting a little box in his hand.
Was he still on this. This whole situation was so insignificant to Angel he kept forgetting he was at odds with Lucifer. He had more important things to worry about. Like his head detached from his body. Valentino's knife in his body. The king moved his hand to flaunt the gift to Angel. His mind raced to act. To slow it seemed. A red microphone was set in between him and Lucifer.
