Intoxicated

3 - What do you think asexual means?

Angels words echoed through the bathroom. He couldn't believe he had kissed Alastor.

After he got out of the shower, he got dressed and cuddled with his pet pig. He walked out of his room and bumped into a short little lady, it was Mimzy. "Uh- can I help you?" Angel asked, annoyed. She glared at him. "We both carry a torch for Alastor. But I assure you, you shouldn't even try. Sure, we are alike in some ways. But, I am always for dolled up and loyal to him!" She fought. "Alrighty, listen here, sweetheart. I know you would do anything for Al, and I get it. Don't come at me and try to start shit. I'm pretty damn sure he doesn't like either of us. He's what we call now, 'Asexual." Mimzy looked confused. "What does that mean..?" "It means he doesn't like girls or boys. He doesn't like anyone." Angel explained. Mimzy huffed and stomped away. "A change of heart it shall be, then." She whispered. "Fuckin' slut." Angel mumbled under his breath. Mimzy took the elevator so Angel took the stairs. As he trotted downstairs, he cursed under his breath. It wasn't because of Mimzy. He always knew Alastor was Asexual, but didn't really think about it until he said it out loud. He turned to the lobby and saw Mimzy flirting very harshly with Alastor. It was clear that Alastor was uncomfortable and it made Angel both cringe and laugh. Alastor saw Angel and got up. He walked over to Angel. Alastor stopped in front of him and gave him a serious looked. Angel knew he had fucked up. He looked down at Alastor and frowned. His eyebrows curled up. "Angel?" "Yeah..?" "Do you even recall anything from last night?" "...yeah..." Alastor was silent. He walked back over to Mimzy. She glared at Angel and kept talking to Alastor. Angel felt... bad. He sadly walked back to his room. Then great, more bad news hit him. He had to go back to work today. He was so comfortable with just wearing a purple sweater instead of the complicated mess of a top he usually wore. He put on his 'work outfit' and walked back downstairs. He didn't realize tears streamed down his face until just about he was about to turn the corner to the lobby. He stopped himself and wiped his face with his hand. His tears dropped off of his leather gloves. We walked out and fast. He made sure nobody had time to ask him any questions. As he stepped outside and shut the door, he turned around to see the colorful limousine that belonged to none other than Valentino. "Angel Cakes, your clients and I have missed you." He said. Angel stomped into the limo and huffed. "That seat is for Velvet. You know where your seat is, don't you~?" He said and pointed to his lap. "Yeah." Angel sat on his lap and wrapped his legs around him. He gave him a lap dance, before Valentino could tell him to. "You know the drill, good job."

Angel came home a few hours later. He could hardly walk. He was in a lot of pain but tried to hide it. He had taken off his jacket and tied it around his waist, only a strapless crop top remained on his torso. He shamefully opened the hotel doors and limped back to his room. Charlie walked over. "Angie? Are you alright?" "Tch- me? Yeah I'm- I'm fine." He continued walking.

Later he was on the balcony of his room with fat nuggets nuzzled into his bust. Angel was sipping a glass of scotch, in his pink low cut T-Shirt and some loose, dark purple sweat-shorts along with some fuzzy pink socks. From the floor balcony above him, he heard someone call his name. "Angel? Are you down there?" Alastor couldn't quite tell who it was, assuming it was Alastor or something. "That's me." He replied. A hand reached down. The white sleeves on it were rolled up. "Grab my hand." The voice said. He was sure it was Alastor. Angel did so, and held onto the pig tightly. Angel was swung over to the balcony above him. He had lost grip of the pig and it fell down to the bottom. "No!" He yelled, until he saw a red aura surround the pig and it appeared to be getting bigger. It was coming closer to him and was dropped gently back onto Angels bust of fluff. Thanks to Alastor, his pig was safe. "Woah- thanks!" Alastor nodded. "I wanted to have an evening chat with you." "Alright then." Angel shrugged. Angel didn't actually get a look at Alastor yet. He was wearing a white shirt and a red vest with his normal pants. "You seem comfy. Excuse me for a minute." Alastor said, and quickly walked back inside and grabbed a black silk robe from his wardrobe. The draw string was crimson.

He walked out a few minutes later with the robe on, angel was admiring the view and petting fat nuggets. "Alright, now that i am more comfortable, shall we chat a bit?" Alastor offered. "Su-" Angel was interrupted by the sight of Alastor wearing the robe, but he wore it so his chest was partially exposed. Alastor wasn't too muscular, he was quite slender. Angel was normally into masculine men, but for some reason he was awfully turned on by the sight of him. Angel blushed. "Not used to seeing me like this, I see." "Y-yeah.." Angel was still staring at his chest. "May I interest you in a drink?" Alastor offered. "why not?" Angel looked up at Alastor's face finally. "I think it was scotch that I smelt you drinking?" "Yep." An ice bucket, a bottle of scotch, and a glass appeared on the table next to Angel. "You're pretty damn good with magic, I see." Alastor chuckled and nodded.

"So, ah... what's up with you and what's her name- Mimzy?" "Ah, nothing much. I knew her personally when i was alive in the good ol' days. The late 20's." Alastor said. Angel paused and looked down. He put some ice along with a little bit of scotch into his glass and took a sip. "Look..." Angel said and set down the glass. He sat up a little and folded his hands. "I..." Angle was struck with confidence. "Fuck. Ok, i'm pretty damn sure im in love with you." Alastor was about to say somwthing until Angel put his finger on his lips. "I know what you are gonna say. You're asexual, I know. it just felt right to tell you this." Alastor chuckled. "Dear, what do you think Asexual means?" Alastor asked him.