Like A Drug (Radiodust Oneshots)

The Trouble With Us...and Them

 This is probably going to be a long one, because I had the most fantastic idea. When their relationship began, Alastor and Angel might've obviously had some troubles. Perhaps with a couple people that desperately want either Alastor and Angel. I'm talking Travis and Mimzy. So, enjoy. This'll be a long one, because I am bursting with ideas!

I actually recently read my stuff on my phone, and I just realised how short it was. So, for this one, I'm going to try pushing it to 1, 800 words. I'll probably go further, because I am full of juicy ideas!

 Also, let me know if I spelt Mimzy's name wrong. I looked it up and that's how Google said it was spelt, but most fanfiction writers spell it Mimzie. So I'm not sure. Oof.

 Angel turned counter-clockwise and then clockwise, checking his dress suit from all angles. It looked fancy enough. A black choker with a ruby in the middle, a pink-and-white suit with a longer bottom that reached his thighs, and his usual high boots, expect with no pink stripes.

 He pushed his hair around momentarily, until it looked fashionably scruffy. He brushed imaginary dust off his suit one last time, and leaned down to give Fat Nuggets one last kiss before locking the door behind him.

 He walked into the lift and pressed the button for the lobby. Even in the lift, he was fidgeting nervously, heart thumping so hard he was certain he would break a rib.

 He finally reached it and walked out, looking for a familiar black-and-red head. He saw it in a corner, curled gracefully across a loveseat. Beside him was a face familiar to Angel.

 Mimzy. A short, chubby woman with black, pit eyes and hot pink pupils. Sharp teeth accompanied her strong makeup. Her hair was short and platinum blonde. She always wore a typical 1920s flapper-like pink, dazzling dress along with a pink headband with pink feathers. Around her neck was a pink necklace, gifted to her by someone who she obviously cared deeply about, but remained anonymous.

 Alastor had been friends with her in their living life, and this life. She owned a club she sung at, and danced to jazz at it. She served doughnuts practically all day there. Her confident manner mirrored her club lifestyle.

 Right now she had her elbows propped on Alastor's lap, looking up at him fondly. He looked slightly uncomfortable, but nevertheless he let her stay that way. "Alastor?" Angel said.

 Alastor's face lit up when he saw Angel, and a blush crept up his cheeks. He stood up quickly, startling Mimzy. "Angel," he said, taking Angel's hand and kissing the back of it. "You look dazzling, dear."

 Angel blushed. "Did I overdress?" he asked quietly.

 "Of course not, dear," Alastor said, pulling his beau close to his chest. "You look fine."

 Alastor himself looked gorgeous. His suit had an extra shine to it, had been ironed to perfection, and had golden patterns at the sleeves. He was beautiful as always. Angel pulled away, and Alastor held out his arm, which Angel linked through. "Ready to go, darling?" he asked.

 Angel nodded, and took a deep breath. Alastor turned to a befuddled, startled Mimzy. "Thank you for the chat, darling," he said. "I do hope we can continue it later."

 Mimzy nodded. "Have a good time," she said. Alastor tilted his head. Was that a little sarcasm in her tone?

 But before he could analysis it further, he was striding towards the door with Angel. "I have a surprise for you, dear," he said, and started walking towards a brighter light in the distance.