It was a cold, dark winter day. It was also Angel’s birthday. Alastor had to work most of the day and into part of the night, but assured Angel that he had something special planned just for the two of them. They both were free for the next couple of days too.That being said, Angel had plans to go out and do what any other self respecting twenty eight year old would do. Party.
Cherri had gathered the Ragni twins and a few other friends into the small apartment to make sure they would all dress accordingly for the night. Molly and Cherri pampering Angel by doing his hair, nails, and make-up for the night. Angel had only agreed to the pampering if he would be allowed to do the same to his sister.
“Fuck! Lookit you two! You really are twins!” Cherri laughed and snapped some more photos on her camera. She fanned the small square to get it to develop faster while the twins rolled their eyes. After a few more photos together, and with friends, Angel declared it was time to tear into the liquor cabinet.
The group did some pre gaming together, sharing a round, or five, of shots, courtesy of Angel and Cherri. They never did seemed to actually finish off bottles. They both would think they finished a bottle, buy a new one, and never finish the old one. Thanks to a lack of self control, in honor of everyone's favorite slut, they polished off bottle after bottle. Slowly clearing a solid third of the collection.
“Okay, okay! Guy’s you’re supposed to be buying my drinks, not drinking me out of house and home!” Angel was laughing and already a little tipsy on his heels. Cherri and Molly each took one of his hands as the party took to the streets. Making their way through the clubbing district, they got catcalled, slurs thrown at them, and more than their fair share of dirty looks. Angel of course brushed it all off. Cherri and Molly calling back a few insults here and there. Really, Angel had the best group of gal pals there ever could be.
Finally Angel settled on the local drag bar, having decided that he just wanted to actually party. No need for any customers tonight since his main squeeze had plans for him later. That of course got him a few teasing jabs. The biggest slut of New York, and his beau of almost five years. More if you included when they were younger. Thinking about it all made him giddy.
Alastor understood Angel’s street walking and told the blonde that he didn’t mind. All Alastor really cared about was that the other was safe, and would come back to him for proper aftercare. Alastor would draw him a bath and wrap him up in warm, soft clothing. The man really knew how to make Angel feel like a princess. Angel would say queen, all things considered, but Alastor had made a good point once. Once they were married, they would be king and queen and take over the underworld together. Once they were married. The thought of Alastor seeing marriage, even if secret and technically illegal, in their future made him all giggly.
Molly and Cherri looked at Angel, questioning the sudden giggles. He waved them off and joined the rest of the group at the bar. Another round of shots served for everyone before taking to the dance floor. Angel was pressed between his sister and roommate for the first hour, the second hour he spent dancing with a couple of his drag buddies. The next hour, Angel had gone to the bathroom to do a hit of his namesake, and spent it dancing with anyone who wanted to get a feel.
This wasn’t an issue, anyone who knew Angel knew he had a tendency to disappear at clubs. It wasn’t an issue, until one of his regular guys caught up to him and demanded a minute enough times that Angel gave in. Angel was ready to punch the guy as he led the small ravenette into the alleyway behind the club. The door that lead to the alley slammed harshly behind them.
“You really couldn’t wait another day for this? I don’t know if you noticed,” Angel pointed to the cheap tiara Molly had gotten him that read happy birthday. “It’s my birthday… Besides what are you doing at a gay club?!”
