This is not how Angel thought this evening would go. Get drunk, have a little no string attached fun, escape his feelings. Nope. Instead he just got dick slapped in the face with a truck load of them. No matter how much he tried the cram those feelings back inside, he could no longer fight the reality that he liked Alastor. He liked Alastor. Seeing him curled up on that cold floor, he just wanted to sit next him to comfort him, to touch him. But he was afraid. As powerful as Alastor was, he was extremely fragile. Angel knew he was wanting something he couldn't have. He was going drown any thoughts of him wanting to kiss the other demon in cheap booze.

The instant a single shot hit the counter, Angel snatched it up and pounded it back. Already it was feeling good to have the pleasant burn in his gut. Okay, pull yourself together. Slapping on his usual grin he turned to face Charlie.

"We're just peachy. We talked it out a bit. He just needs a moment to himself. A lot to take in." Angel waved his hand. "Its not a party if there isn't a little family drama, am I right?"