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Don't hurt yourself reaching for that low hanging fruit.

Are you or are you not "Furry Taco" in my contacts?

I'm pretty sure they get off on being a total buzz kill.

But a new mysterious hottie moved in. Think things are going to get way more interesting.

Thats the idea~

I got a nice bottle of Cheval Blanc, scented candles, some new toys to break in, and a nice photo of Al~

(OOC: Continuation of this.)

[As the dance continued, being serenaded but the one and only radio demon, Angel genuinely found the experience pleasant. No ulterior motives, no leering eyes, no drugs, no need to put on a show. Just them. It was... refreshingly nice to enjoy something simple. Dancing for the sake of dancing. When Alastor wasn't being terrifying or cold, he was rather charming. No, scratch that, Alastor was always charming. He had this aura about him that Angel couldn't help but to be drawn too.

But then again... Angel had a bad taste in men.

Angels hands were wrapped around the back of Alastor's neck as their dance came to its end. For a moment Angel didn't respond, his body pressed against the other's as he breathed deep and slow. Then a smile crept across his face as one of his long legs snaked around Alastor's waist pulling him closer with a gentle tug. To say he was slightly turned on was an understatement. He weighed the pros and cons of planting a kiss on those lips... So. Tempting. So. Close. Very much instant death. Choices...]

Damn Smiles... You got me. Who knew you were this smooth. Is it too much to ask for an encore performance? [Angel's eyes flickered up and down Alastor's face.]

(OOC: Continuation of this.)

[Oh, Angel was taking all the mental pictures right now. Damn, where was his hellphone? No one is going to believe that the great and powerful radio demon could make faces like this. Welp, this will be his little secret.

Again he tried to swallow the lump in his throat when Alastor pulled him closer. Damn, it felt so good to have him pressing against him. But Angel had to keep reminding himself not to do anything. Alastor was in no state to make sound decisions. Still, Angel's grin widened and wrapped his arms around Al. One set on his waist and the other pair on the small of his back.]

As you wish, Smiles.

[Briefly he let go of Al with one hand to reach other to switch on the radio on his nightstand, filling the small room with smooth jazz. Ha! Perfect. Angel's hand returned to Al's side and he began to sway slowly to the music.]

(OOC: Continued from here.)

If you're loose then I must be prolapsed. Come on, Smile, you can shit diamonds with out uptight you are.

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