Radio GaGa

Chapter 7 : Can I Get Just One Minute!!

Angel woke to Fat Nuggets snorting and nuzzling into his chest, "Alright baby, daddy will get you breakfast." Angel stretched and yawned as he looked around remembering he had fallen asleep on Cherri's couch. Angel put a set of his hands on his lower back as he groaned and stood up, the couch wasn't the best place to sleep but was better than most of what Angel had experienced. Angel went into the duffel he had packed and pulled out a bag and filled up Nuggets bowl with it and set it down only to have Nuggest look up at Angel and oink cutely and snort, Angel smiled softly "Alright, daddy will give you a treat today." at that point Angel pulled out a smaller bag and sprinkled it onto the food in the dish. Fat Nuggets squealed happily and dug into the food immediately.

Angel wandered into the kitchen and opened up the fridge looking for something for breakfast and saw the bottles of juice and alcohol, Angel paused looking at them and a feeling seemed to pass over him for the briefest of seconds. The same feeling he used to get when drinking, that sensation of it burning slightly and the feeling of relaxation in him as he got a buzz. Angel's throat suddenly felt like a desert and he tried to swallow, his eyes wouldn't move from the bottles of alcohol even though he KNEW there was juice he couldn't see it right now. Angel for the first time, was facing this completely on his own. Cherri was still sleeping and while Angel wasn't an alcoholic or Bad with alcohol, once Angel got drunk fighting off any impulses became near impossible. Angel managed to close the door to the fridge and then take a deep breath before he opened it again, grabbed some juice and closed it right away.

A drink now and then wasn't bad, but Angel knew right now if he took that step, it'd be a long slide that would likely land him right into Val's hands again. That thought made a shiver run down Angel's back, partly in fear partly disgust. Angel flopped back into the couch as he watched Nuggets enjoy their meal, memories at the hotel of eating breakfast with Alastor or just talking. Alastor was always so put together, had himself and everything around him under control. Angel always felt drawn to him and although Angel joked and teased about sexually satisfying Alastor, Angel had never once allowed himself to believe that Alastor would truly be interested in him and if he ever did catch the attention of Alastor he was sure that it would just be to stop Angel from teasing. So as long as Angel kept teasing and Alastor kept turning him down, they could continue this 'game'.

Every time Alastor turned Angel down, it gave him a strange feeling in his chest. Angel didn't have to be on his knees or pretending to be something else around Alastor, and though Alastor didn't like what Angel did for work he had never put Angel down for it. Many times Angel had come back from Val being rough on him and Al would sit with him at the bar, have a drink and talk about cooking or dancing or anything else. Every one of those times Angel had fantasized about throwing himself into Alastor's chest, crying everything out while being held and comforted. Angel let out a sigh as his thoughts lingered on those dreams and then finished his juice and steeled himself to the idea that would only be a dream.

Angel's feeling still wavered since the hotel was one of the few places he had come to feel safe but he had to leave as Angel didn't have anything that the 'Radio Demon' would want or any deal that he would make, and Angel didn't want to get Charlie and Vaggie involved in his fight with Val. Angel and Cherri had been through so much together there was no one else Angel could imagine going to if he was going to finally stand up and try to fight back against Val. Angel gave a laugh thinking that Cherri would even be mad at him if he hadn't come to her first, Angel looked around the room again and spotted a little radio and moved it over to the side of the couch near his head.

Angel laughed at himself a little as he patted the small radio as if it were Alastor's head, Angel looked up and saw it was still very early so he decided to lay down again. Angel started talking to the radio the same as if it was Alastor, telling it about how shitty Val was and how much he hated having to leave the hotel, Angel only imagined the responses but still it comforted him imagining that he was telling all this to Alastor. Angel was getting drowsy again as he talked and about to fall asleep again and he quietly said "Goodnight, Smiles." to the radio and as sleep took Angel he would've sworn the radio said "Sweet dreams, Angel."