Inner monsters

16

[Cuts to a worn out Angel Dust returning to the Hotel while groaning. Charlie awkwardly waves at him but is ignored. Angel drops himself on a stool next to Husks' bar as he cleans a glass cup.]

Angel Dust: Eugh, I need a drink. The hardest you can make.

Husk: Hmm, You look like shit.

Angel Dust: [Takes a deep breath and regains his cocky smile.] Pfft, Not possible. Just a long shoot, nothin' new. [Husk rolls his eyes as soon as he pours the liquor. Angel snatches the glass and gulps down the alcohol but leaving a small portion spilled.] Eugh, I said a strong one.

Husk: Excuse me. Didn't realize this was a "drinking to forget" kind of night.

Angel Dust: Oh, I forgot. You're the wise old bartender who's seen it all. Get the fuck over yourself and pour me real drink. [Angel uses the tip of his index finger and pours the full cup of alcohol.]

Husk: Look, if you've got a problem, you're not going to find the solution at the bottom of a bottle. I should know, I've been looking there a long time. [Husk cleans and wipes down the spilled alcohol.]

[Angel takes a deep breath, smooths his hair back and slips into his porn star persona.]

Angel Dust: Oh sure, and where should I Iook? Hmm? [sexily] In your bedroom, maybe? [Husk flinches and stiffens.]Under the covers? [Angel shakes his shoulders suggestively as Husk cringes back.] Maybe we can go look together. [Husk unknowingly purrs as his eye twitches he holds up his hand, gesturing Angel to stop, already feeling annoyed.]

Husk: Don't. Even start.

Angel Dust: Oh, c'mon, I bet I can make those wings flap! [Angel grabs one of Husk's wings, spreading it out before he wraps it around himself.]

Husk: [Pushes Angel off of him back onto the stool as the bottle of alcohol slips from his grasp and smashes onto the floorboards, spilling.] Stop! Fucking Christ! [Angel scowls at him.] You can cut the act already. [Places both hands on the countertop.] It's never going to work on me. [Rolls eyes.] So all you're doing is makin' an ass out of yourself with this fake bullshit.

[Angel, now agitated and filled with rage.]

Angel Dust: [Shouts angrily as his pupils and freckles glow a dark neon magenta, taking the appearance of additional eyes. Angel gets up in Husk's face.] Call me fake one more time, motherfucker! I dare you.

Husk: [Leans close to Angel and uses index finger to poke his chest fluff.] Fake. [Smiles smugly.]

Angel Dust: [Rising] Fuckin' asshole—! [Bumps into the bar ceiling, holding his head with his hands as he falls back off of the stool and lands on the floor.] Arrgh! God!

Husk: [Leans over the bar counter to stare down at him.] Ya done?

Angel Dust: [Growls angrily.] Ya know what? You would be fucking lucky to get a chance to fuck me! [Throws the half broken bottle of alcohol at Husk but misses as Husk stares unamused and unimpressed.] Ya know how much I'm worth? You know how many people would kill to have Angel Dust come onto them? Fuck you. Have fun being a lonely piece of shit!

[Angel storms out of the hotel, pushing past Vaggie.]

Vaggie: Woah-- The hell? Angel, where are you going?