Lovers Once More - Radiostatic

Wild Night (NSFW)

That night, after a bit of coaxing, Angel managed to get Charlie and Vaggie to babysit Niffty so he could take Husk, Alastor, since he was feeling better, and Vox to his favorite male strip club. Husk looked wary at first, still visibly uneasy about the idea. Angel noticed his hesitation and, leaning in with a grin, whispered a few convincing words, assuring him it'd be a night to remember—and that he'd be there to make sure Husk felt comfortable. Husk grumbled but finally gave in, muttering something about how he was "only doing this because of Angel."

As they all got ready, Angel couldn't resist giving Husk a quick pep talk. "Come on, you're gonna have fun! Just think of it as... research for appreciating a little more eye candy," he teased, earning an eye roll from Husk but finally coaxing a faint smile.

Vox was practically buzzing with excitement, grabbing Alastor's hand and dragging him up to their room to figure out the perfect outfit. He darted around the closet, pulling out options and holding them up for Alastor's opinion—leather jackets, button-ups, flashy accessories.

Once settled on a sleek, fitted black shirt and a red velvet blazer paired with dark, ripped jeans, Vox gave Alastor an approving nod, thrilled with his look. He headed back downstairs, only to stop short at the sight waiting for him.

Husk, typically so reserved, had gone all out in a daring, confident look. His outfit was nearly all black leather: a snug, sleeveless vest that showed off his arms, paired with tight leather pants and a silver-studded belt. The confidence he radiated was undeniable, and Vox couldn't help but smirk with admiration.

And then there was Angel. He looked absolutely show-stopping in a bold outfit that practically demanded attention. He wore a fitted metallic corset with sheer, mesh panels that glittered faintly under the lights, and high-waisted black pants with a dramatic flair at the hem. He'd paired it with knee-high stiletto boots, and a delicate chain that draped from one ear to his nose piercing, adding a punk-glam touch. His makeup was flawlessly done, eyeshadow smoked out in deep purples and silver highlights, and his lips a glossy, vibrant red.

Vox whistled, giving Angel an approving look. "Damn, Angel, you're really pulling out all the stops tonight."

Angel grinned, doing a little spin as he basked in the attention. "Well, if I'm treatin' you boys to the best night out, I gotta look the part!" He winked at Husk, who was standing beside him with a faint flush on his cheeks, though clearly impressed.

Alastor glanced at Vox, amusement in his eyes. "Quite the entourage we've become, haven't we?"

"Oh, absolutely," Vox agreed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "And tonight, we're gonna turn every head in that club."

Vox smirked, glancing around dramatically at everyone. "Wait till you see Alastor," he teased, winking as he took a step back.

All eyes turned to the staircase as Alastor began to descend, each step confident, with an uncharacteristically wicked grin spreading across his face. He was dressed in something that left everyone stunned. Alastor wore a fitted, sheer mesh shirt that hinted at his toned torso beneath, paired with a deep red leather harness across his chest, giving an unexpected edge to his typically polished style.

His pants were a sleek, black leather, tailored close with a sharp taper at the ankle, showing off a pair of black, heeled boots with intricate silver buckles running down the sides. Around his neck, a thin choker with a small, dangling red gemstone added an elegant touch. His hair was slicked back just enough to add a modern flair, leaving his piercing red eyes even more intense as they met Vox's approving gaze.

Angel let out a low whistle. "Look at you, Al! Finally bringing out the bad boy."

Husk just blinked, mouth slightly open, until he collected himself. "Well, I'll be damned, Alastor. Didn't think you had it in ya."