Sipping contently on his hot cocoa, Angel watched Niffty sip around to show off the stacks of gifts. His piled was of moderate size, bigger than Alastor's that's for sure, but he hasn't keeping tabs. Though it he was, he'd be winning. The alcohol felt pleasing as it settled into his system. Yes, just sink into this feeling. In turn, his dulling senses took the spider a hot second to realize a very familiar looking briefcase that was tucked along with his other gifts. When the gears finally clicked, Angel's eye shot open. No. Was it?

Getting up from the bar, he walked over to get a closer look. Even though it was polished passed the point it was barely recognizable, he knew right away it was the record player from the antique shop. Every little detail was lovely restored, better than new. No doubt, this was from Alastor. He felt ashamed of this gift? Stupid deer. The reason why he wanted this ran deeper than 'Oh Val smashed his old one'. It was tied deeply to the few fond memories he had when he was alive.

Angel bent over to pick it up, shifting it to his secondary hands before walking over to Alastor and linked his arms with his. "Excuse me as I steal Alastor a moment. I'll be back down."

And without further explanation, Angel tried to drag Alastor away from the party and up the stairs.