"Kay, sounds great." Angel called over his shoulder not stopping to look back as he exited the kitchen. He wasn't even listening anymore at this point. He was checked out. Just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
Only when he reached the main entrance hall did he pause, shaking like a leaf. He did it. He apologized. That's that. Fuck, what was he going to do for the rest of the day? He was too scared to venture outside after all the shit that happened. What if Val's men were out there waiting for him? Or Vox or Velvet? Silently he cursed at himself. He had no choice, he had to stay inside. Resigned to his fate he slinks back to his room where he remained for the day.
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The weeks crawled on by and the spider was getting increasingly stir crazy. Since the incident at the club, he had been hotel bound. Which meant its residence had plenty of face time with the porn starlet. Well... some of them. It wasn't that he was going out of his way to avoid a certain prong horned deer. Just... not seeking his company as much as he had done in the past. Of course he would exchange pleasantries when their paths crossed, but there was none of that flirty vulgarity that usually went along with it. Even when the opportunities to make an off handed comment came flying his way, he would artfully dodge around it. Which... was very difficult at times.
No, instead it was their resident bartender that was receiving the bulk of Angel's advances. The spider's attention was laser focused on Husker much to his own annoyance. When ever possible Angel sought him out, often loitering around the bar to pester the cat. It was like a fun new, distracting, game for him. He wanted to see how long it would take until the kitty cat crumbled.
But Husker most have spoken to Charlie about all his new found "free time" because she put him to work to decorate the hotel for the up coming holiday, Christmas. Christmas in Hell... And even though he complained, he rather liked having a task to keep his hands and his mind busy. What he was not too thrilled about was the Secret Santa she insisted on doing. Apparently she wanted to get everyone into the giving mood to try to promote the whole redemption bullshit. With his shit luck, he got Al... Merry Fucking Christmas.
Perched high up in the main foyer, Angel tried not to dwell too much on it as he strung up the twinkling lights.
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Only when he reached the main entrance hall did he pause, shaking like a leaf. He did it. He apologized. That's that. Fuck, what was he going to do for the rest of the day? He was too scared to venture outside after all the shit that happened. What if Val's men were out there waiting for him? Or Vox or Velvet? Silently he cursed at himself. He had no choice, he had to stay inside. Resigned to his fate he slinks back to his room where he remained for the day.
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The weeks crawled on by and the spider was getting increasingly stir crazy. Since the incident at the club, he had been hotel bound. Which meant its residence had plenty of face time with the porn starlet. Well... some of them. It wasn't that he was going out of his way to avoid a certain prong horned deer. Just... not seeking his company as much as he had done in the past. Of course he would exchange pleasantries when their paths crossed, but there was none of that flirty vulgarity that usually went along with it. Even when the opportunities to make an off handed comment came flying his way, he would artfully dodge around it. Which... was very difficult at times.
No, instead it was their resident bartender that was receiving the bulk of Angel's advances. The spider's attention was laser focused on Husker much to his own annoyance. When ever possible Angel sought him out, often loitering around the bar to pester the cat. It was like a fun new, distracting, game for him. He wanted to see how long it would take until the kitty cat crumbled.
But Husker most have spoken to Charlie about all his new found "free time" because she put him to work to decorate the hotel for the up coming holiday, Christmas. Christmas in Hell... And even though he complained, he rather liked having a task to keep his hands and his mind busy. What he was not too thrilled about was the Secret Santa she insisted on doing. Apparently she wanted to get everyone into the giving mood to try to promote the whole redemption bullshit. With his shit luck, he got Al... Merry Fucking Christmas.
Perched high up in the main foyer, Angel tried not to dwell too much on it as he strung up the twinkling lights.