Angel didn't even pause to acknowledge Charlie as he stormed through the entrance hall. He was on the war path heading straight towards his room. He just wanted to escape again. As fast as his long legs could carry him he made it to his door and flung himself inside. The lock clicked behind him and he pressed his back against the cold wood. In his gut he knew that he wouldn't be alone for much longer.

Angel glance down at the stylish red jacket he was wearing and tugged at the collar. Why didn't he realize sooner that it smelt like him. Something about it was relaxing, reassuring... Fuck, Angel immediately hated himself for thinking that. He was mad at him right now. Angel fidgets in his spot when a flash of green distracted him. The money.

The memory of all those hands on his body came rushing back to flood him with shame and disgust. God, he must have looked the fool shaking his ass. Gritting his teeth he reached down to start tearing free the dirty money from his skirt and garters as if it burned his skin, tossing it carelessly to the floor. When the last bill fell the spider let's out a pitiful scream, sinking to the floor to bury his face in his hands.