ANGELO sawyer is strange.
called' so his whole damn life, actually. and over time he learned to accept the title- embrace it even.
his personality was strange, his friends were strange, his hobbies were strange. angelo was a strange fucking person.
so when something not-normal occurred, he was the person you called first. cause' of course he was the only idiot who could deal with it- angelo agreed.
that being said- currently having a fucking demon stand over him and staring at him with something akin to. . . hunger? in his blood red eyes. then angelo of all people, simply being rendered speechless?
well. . . in two different ways, you could say he was shocked.
2 hours earlier. . .
"i'm not going to the fucking party, mila." angelo huffed into his apple sauce.
he placed the plastic cup down gingerly, moving to cross his arms and lick that stripe of apple off his top lip. mila only rolled her cocoa eyes- like the drama queen that she was, of course.
"it's just a small fucking gathering angie," wording it properly isn't going to make it less of a mess than it already is. - angelo. "sides' you haven't gone out in like- forever, you need to get dicked down."
"i don't need to get dicked down, mila." angelo sighed. "i'm perfectly content, maintaining my single pringle life with oreo!"
"see, you just used the phrase single pringle, that practically spells out that you need head." mila grimaced, placing a hand on her head dramatically.
"excuse you, single pringle is a golden phrase, you can suck my two inch dick on that, bitch." grabbing his apple sauce again- this time, shoving some in his mouth angrily.
ivee- of course, watched the drama unfold, smoking a blunt languidly. her grey eyes slightly unfocused.
"the white is invading you- no offense, princess." a hummed reply. "you're practically micheal jackson."
another angry bite of apple juice.
angelo held out his hand, receiving the blunt in return, he took it and handed it back to ivee. facing mila with grim determination in his prussian blue eyes.
"bitch-!"
!!!
he was at the party.
and unsurprisingly, angelo wasn't enjoying it.
mila- fucking hoe, and ivee went somewhere to eat other's faces. successfully leaving angelo alone, by himself, deserted, in a house full of horny drunks.
that fucking hoe.
"hey-" some gay smiled, trying to grab angelo's attention.
"i have aids." angelo responded.
finding that his cue to leave, angelo brushed past the shocked gay with little hesitance. leisurely placing a cigarette between his rosy lips, as he walked away.
