Oh fu-! Angel nearly jumped out of his skin when Al appeared behind him, fumbling to hide something from view in his hands. What it was, it was hard to say, but it was small enough to fit neatly inside the spider's palm.

"Er, not really. We should head out." Angel fidgets a bit, giving Al a sideways glance. "I'll meet you outside. There's something I gotta do first."

Side stepping the deer Angel made his way over to the dusty old shop clerk with whatever he had clasped in his hands. Slapping the last bit of his dirty stripper money on the counter he stuffed his secret treasure into the deepest recesses of his lingerie bag. Peek at your own risk.