An Arrangement was Made

Chapter 25: Shopping

Angel Dust limped through the doors of the hotel. It had been a long night of filming. He was beginning to regret ever standing up for himself. Valentino had kept his promise to make Angel's life a living hell on set. Angel had thought that his boss would forget about it eventually and everything would go back to normal, but that had not been the case. If anything, he was slowly escalating.

Angel opened the fridge. Val had him work through his lunch break and he was starving. To his disappointment, the only thing left in there that belonged to him was a very small container of plain noodles. He hadn't had time to go shopping in a while.

He would have to get groceries tomorrow. He didn't have work tomorrow, thank God or Satan or whatever deity was looking out for him now. Tonight though, he would have to content himself to just go hungry.

He put the noodles in the microwave to heat up. He wished he had some cheese or olive oil or something to go with them. This situation felt far too familiar. It was living on the street all over again.

When Val had found him, he promised Angel that he would never have to go hungry again. What a lie that had been. He took his "meal" up to his room where his hellhog, Fat Nuggets, was waiting for him. The little animal oinked with relief to see that Angel was home safe.

Angel took the little animal in his second pair of arms. His pet was about the only thing that made life worth living.

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting. You must be so hungry." He poured a generous serving of feeding into Nuggets' bowl. Nuggets squealed with delight and started feasting. Angel checked the feed bag to see how much he had left. It was enough to last another week, but he really ought to get more. It was too bad that pig feed tasted so bad. It was so much cheaper than regular food. He closed the bag to keep the smell of it from spreading to the rest of the room.

Angel sat on his bed. He ate slowly to try and make his meal last as long as possible. It didn't help much. He was really missing his drugs right now. He hadn't realized just how much they suppressed his appetite until he stopped taking them.

Do I have any under my pillow?

He checked. He didn't. But I know where to get some. NO! He was clean now! He was clean! If he was too tired to go to the store and get food, then he was too tired to go get drugs. Even if the drugs were closer. And cheaper. And they made him happy. And they made him forget. It would be so so so easy to make this pain go away. Just snort an ounce of powder and everything goes away for a little while.

But he had worked so hard to get off them. He could go another day.

Just go to sleep. Just go to sleep. Then he could ignore his roaring belly and screaming brain.

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Angel Dust woke far earlier than he had wanted to. He heard a loud crashing noise coming from downstairs. This wouldn't have alerted him enough to get him out of bed except that he heard Adam's angry screaming immediately after. Angel opened his door. Was Adam getting violent again?

"Do you think God gave me all these inches just to let the women use chairs?!" Was the first sentence he was able to understand.

He laughed. He couldn't help but imagine all the dirty situations that had resulted in that line of dialogue.

"Shut it hippie! I'll fucking kill you!"

Angel covered his snickering. Angel had been scared of Adam at first, everyone had. Except Alastor who was too prideful to be scared of anything, Nifty who was too crazy, and the eggs who were too dumb. Angel had purposely avoided the hotel when Adam had moved in. He hadn't wanted to be there for the killing spree he was 50% certain would happen. He only returned the day after when he was certain it was safe. Enough.