"Nah, not a chance. I won't be opening any presents unless you're there." Angel moved to sit back down on his knees, shaking his head. "Yeah, you were goin' at it pretty hard earlier. Reminded me of someone drinking to forget."

Given what he knew about Alastor, that was probably not entirely untrue. The holidays must be a sore subject to the constant outcast. He didn't blame the guy for wanting to get plastered. Even Angel had plans to get trashed tonight but for a totally different set of reasons. Get wasted, fuck Husk, don't think about Al. Which, he was failing miserably to accomplish at the moment. The little box he stuffed his complicated emotions into was bursting at the seams watching Alastor clutch at his gift. He fought the urge to crawl beside him to rest his head on the deer's shoulder and wait with him. That would for sure set him back off. Fuck. Did he actually lik-?!

No no no. Were they friends? He just tolerates you. Barely. Stupid Angel, don't get your feelings twisted. He doesn't feel that way about you so let. It. Gooooo. Get back in the box and set it on fire.

Swallowing the lump that suddenly just formed in his throat, Angel rose to stand up and walked over to the sink. Taking a glass he poured a cup of water taking it back over the poor deer and placed it beside him.

"Drink this. It'll help ya sober up." Angel said turning to head back out, but paused at the doorway, looking back. "You better not think about disappearing tonight without sayin' goodbye. I'll kick your skinny little ass."

And with that, Angel rejoined the others and marched straight up to the bar with a slight distress look on his face. He wasn't drunk enough for this shit. "Oh Husky~ Can you be a doll and pour me a couple shots?"