Tonight wasn't exactly what Angel had pictured would happen. After being cooped up in that stuffy hotel, Angel wanted to let his hair down, so to speak. Get drunk and hunt for dick. But how the evening's events had unfolded wasn't necessarily unenjoyable. Never in a million years would he have thought he would have a totally wasted Alastor in his arms in his bedroom slow dancing like a couple of awkward virgins at the high-school prom. This totally went against his bad boy image. Yet for now... he was going to take comfort from this quiet moment.

But then Alastor spoke making Angel's head jerk up. For a minute he blinked wordlessly down at Al. Oh he was so drunk... did he realize what he was telling him? He could have ANYTHING he wanted. Deep within the sinner's twisted mind flashed his darkest lustful desires he held for the radio demon. But just as quickly as they danced across his mind, Angel chased them away. It wouldn't be right...

Instead Angel looked down with an unfamiliar softness as he stroked Alastor's hair. "How about I take a rain check on that offer? I doubt you'd be as generous if ya knew what you're offering me. In the morning you can bet I'll be bothering you about it."