Despite not getting the item in which caught his eye in the first place, Angel still appeared to be in high spirits. Mission accomplished! He just hoped what he got would get a seal of approval from a certain radio loving demon.

"Yep, lets get a move on. If you're out any longer I fear Charlie might slap out faces on milk cartons." Angel joked as he latched himself back on to Alastor. Yep, this was becoming a totally natural thing now. Deal with it.

It was a rather peaceful walk back to Happy Hotel. Towards the end Angel stopped counting on how many people dove out of their way. It started to border on utterly ridiculous that his angry gave way to humor. He thought he even saw someone drive into a trash can in an attempt to hide. Idiots. As they crest the hill, the spider could see the drive leading the way back up to home. Home.

"Man... today was fun." Angel spoke with a soft fondness. "Too bad I can't do this everyday. Now I'm flat broke. Just spent my last dime from the strip club. And with well.. all this fucking drama I can't work. Ya think Charlie would loan me some cash? She's gotta be loaded."