Angel clenched his teeth in frustration as his fingertips dug uncomfortably into the flesh of his arms. This wasn't Al. Or maybe it was, just a really pitiful side of himself. Either way, it crawled under his skin.

"It ain't an excuse!" Angel bowed his head, baring his teeth, "You know for a damn fact that if you were sober and you give me the slightest hint of the green light I would mount you so fast your back would give out!" The death grip on his arms loosened as he lets out a long heavy sigh, the anger he felt subsiding slightly. "Think what you want right now. Hate me if ya want. Makes no difference. I'm sure in the morning you'll be thankin' me."