Alastor was studying his sandwich with curiosity before taking a bite. His ears gave a twitch of pleasure as he savored the flavors. Oh, he was going to have to remember this place. What was it that he was tasting?
"Hmm?" Alastor looked up from his sandwich. He made sure to swallow before answering. "Yes, it is. Honestly, they stayed a few extra seconds than normal. Probably because they noticed you first." He grinned. "With all the red, I suppose I blend into the background in comparison to you."
He inched his foot back away from Angel's feet. It was starting to get a bit awkward.
Angel's brow furrowed, that angry annoyance needling himself of him again. He didn't care what Alastor said. Angel had eyes you know. He wasn't blind to how it made Al feel when they turn and ran like a bunch of fucking cowards. Taking an aggressive bite out of his sandwich, Angel crewed.
"It ain't a cake walk being me. I have the opposite issue when it comes to people. I'd be lucky if they just stared at me. But usually I get the creeps that want to have a little taste." He took a moment to stuff another bite down his throat. "Its fucking bullshit. We have turf wars all the time. Not like you're the first guy to slaughter a bunch of people. They don't know how great you can be. Bunch of rude stuck up judgey dicks. Fuck 'em."
Alastor blinked, very surprised at that. Was...was Angel actually sticking up for him?
He gave an awkward chuckle. "Yes, well, at least my reputation worked to your advantage today. It must've been nice to walk around without being pawed." He snorted. "Honestly, trying to get 'free samples' is rude. Practically theft from your perspective. Which I know isn't anything serious down here to most."
Angel huffed shrugging his shoulders as some of that annoyed fire left him.
"Yeah sure, it was nice not to have a constant stream of creeps gawkin, tryin to grab my ass. But I'm used to it. Occupational hazard." He chuckled warm heartedly at Alastor's 'free samples' comment. That was a new one. And not entirely inaccurate. "I think thats part of the reason why I like being with you. I know you would never do anything like that." Though as he said that, a part of his heart squeezed painfully. "It's their lost. Those dumbasses don't know what they are missin'."
Angel stuffed the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth, swallowing it before going back to look at Alastor with fondness.
Alastor blinked, unsure of what to say. "Their loss"? "I like being with you"? Those were English phrases, yes, but suddenly he couldn't comprehend the meaning.
"Well," he began awkwardly, "I don't believe you're obligated to accept such a thing even with your chosen profession. It's basic manners, not advanced chemistry." He chuckled. "If I thought to do otherwise, I'm sure Mother would be crossing the Pride Ring just to remind me with her wooden spoon."
Chosen? You think he chose to be used and abused? More like forced into this line of work. He might seem like it didn't bother him most of the time but in reality, it sucked ass. However Angel bit his tongue knowing what the deer was trying to get across.
"Heh, you mom seems like a real spit fire. I think I'd like her." He flashed a fang fill grin, sipping his coffee. "Is she here? My family is but I don't talk to 'em much..."
"She is. Well, not Pentagram City here, but in Hell. I know that much."
He loved his mother but it was...complicated...to say the least.
He cleared his throat. "So your family is all down here? I assume that some sort of sin was the family business? Theft? Murder?"
It was a reasonable assumption in his opinion: This was Hell, after all. One didn't get to Hell by baking cookies for the church picnic. (Alastor would know that from personal experience.)
Really? Well that was surprising. Though when he thought about it, not at all. For such a mama's boy he was, Angel would probably have ran into her if they were seeing each other. And on top of that Al might not be as lonely as he appears to be if he had his mom. But hey, he understood complicated family dynamics.
"I see. Sorry to hear that. You just seem real close is all." Angel shrugged, exhaling heavily. "Drugs." He answered flatly before expanding. "Mostly anyways. Sex, booze, a little murder. My family are all mobsters. I thought you knew that just lookin' at me. But I'm the family fuck up. Bunch of homophobes. But they love seeing my face plastered up on every buildin'."
"I adore her, and she did teach me quite a lot. Including how to kill someone twice my size and properly serve them. However, 'close' is not the word I'd use."
He listened to Angel's comment on his family.
"I'm not sure how I'd gather 'mobster' from you aside from the New York accent, but that's a bit stereotypical, don't you think?"
The sandwiches were both about half-eaten at this point. Why couldn't Angel have picked somewhere that it'd take time for a proper meal to be prepared and even longer to eat it? This little outing was going to be over in no time.
Though perhaps that was for the best. Family was an awkward topic to chat about with anyone in Hell. Even a little ray of sunshine like Charlie had serious familial issues.
"Ah...." Was all Angel could think the muster in response to Alastor. The master word smith. Angel shifted a bit awkwardly getting the distinct feeling he had stumbled into a sore subject. Again. Man, maybe he needs to rethink his career path and become a processional mine sweeper.
But then Angel lets out a gasp in pretend shock, clutching at his chest, "There ain't thinking wrong about my accent. Some people find it sexy. No, you dumbass. I mean you couldn't tell I was a gangsta by my impeccable fashion sense?"
Angel reached up to snap his bowtie grinning ear to ear as his secondary hands traveled down the delicate curves of his body. All joking aside, the spider was keenly aware of the state of their meal time. He wasn't about ready to give up his time with the other demon. It was getting good.
"Say Al? How about we wrap things up here. We have a long walk home."
"If a bowtie is the sign of a mobster, I've clearly chosen the wrong profession." Alastor smirked as he gave a little tug of his own bowtie.
Their meals were just about done. And very likely their proprietor was antsy for them to leave. (Though honestly with how calm the snake had been, perhaps it would be more he wanted them to clear out so he had the table for another customer than wanting Alastor to leave before he maimed someone.)
"I suppose you're right." He pulled out his wallet, retrieving the appropriate bills plus a rather generous tip. (Places that let him eat without a fuss deserved to be rewarded!)
He then reached under the table for the basket of bags, plucking up all of them save the ones from the lingerie store. He walked to the front door of the establishment and held it open, looking up as someone paused outside the door.
"Go ahead," he cheerily told the newcomer.
The other demon's eyes were wide as she stared at the Radio Demon. Then she very slowly edged her way into the cafe, trying to keep as much distance as possible between herself and Alastor.
Alastor simply kept up his smile and motioned to Angel. "After you."
Heh, well its wasn't the bowtie in general he was referring to but hey, great minds think alike. Nodding in agreement, Angel watched Alastor pay for the food and gather up all the results of his shopping spree. It didn't go unnoticed that Al conveniently forgot to pick up a certain pink and white stripey bag, which just made the spider smirk with glee. How cute.
Giving another small wave to Adder, the new patron who just entered gave him pause. She was too preoccupied trying to run away from his guest that she almost ran straight into the starlet. The female looked up at him startled and Angel's brows knitted tightly together. Rude little bitch, he thought to himself as he snorted hot air from his nose skirting past her.
Reaching Alastor Angel made a big show of it, smiling cheerfully. "How sweet of you, babe~" His voice was loud enough for all to hear, aiming a nasty look at the woman.
Once outside Angel went back to link his arm around Alastor's. Though now he was feeling a bit more feisty than before and his belly was full of good food. He decided to push his limits a bit and his hand snaked down to laced their fingers together as they walked.
Angel gave Alastor's hand a reassuring squeeze as the pair strolled down main street. They were causing a bit of a stir. Angel, the famous adult entertainer who hasn't been seen in weeks, arm in arm with one of the most dangerous demons in Hell. It didn't even occur to him at that one of the three Vs goons could have seen them. That was going to be a future Angel problem...
"I know. I did it cause I wanted to. Simple as that. Besides..." Angel playfully nudged Alastor's shoulders. "... means I can have ya all to myself."
Oh yeah, let that sink in. Letting out a bright chuckle Angel leans over to rest is head on the deer's shoulder. You know, cause people weren't already staring enough. Gotta pile on that shit. Plus it was a rare moment of Al letting him get away with this shit. Taking full advantage while he could.
Turning the corner on to a different avenue, Angel's head sprung up abruptly. If the radio demon cared to follow his line of sight he could see what held Angel's focus so intently was a small run down antique shop on the other side of the road. The grip he had on Alastor loosened.
"Wait for me, will ya? There's something I gotta see." Angel unwrapped himself again and without waiting for his body guard, scurried inside.
Angel's head resting on Alastor's shoulder caused a bit of static electricity to jump between his ears. His internal receiver swung wildly between stations as he was confused as to how to react to this. It wasn't unpleasant, but did he actually like it or not?
As he struggled to come up with a response, Angel darted off into the antique shop, startling him out of his thoughts. He tilted his head to one side, the sound of the radio switching between channels accompanying it. He'd been in this little shop before for periodic trips down memory lane. However, Angel always seemed to be constantly moving forward rather than rooted in the past. Why come here?
He entered into the little shop, taking in all the various bits and bobs on display. Forgotten treasures of bygone days decorated every shelf. All covered in a fine layer of dust as few stopped in to handle them as they debated purchase. These were the old, broken things no one wanted, after all.
One of the local shadow creatures swirled about him, happy for his visit. His smile warmed a bit.
"Hello. Just browsing today," he told it. He held out his hand and offered it a marble-sized bit of power which it eagerly took, popping it into its mouth like candy.
The shop wasn't very big -- most demons in Hell simply threw away the old things -- so he found Angel with no issue.
On the far right of the little shop, Alastor found Angel standing in front of what looks like a businessman's brief case. There was a brass clasps the held the two halves together complete with a little wooden handle. By the time Alastor reached him, Angel was stoking the top of the case gently with one hand.
"Oh man, its been ages since I've seen one of these." Angel mused as he flicked the clasps open, lifting the top up to reveal a 'portable' record player. "I used to have one of these when I first got down here but... It got destroyed during a little disagreement me and Val were havin'."
Stashed away in his room, he had an old box of vinyl records squirreled away that was collecting dust. Sure he liked to the new music, mainly due to work, but he never had the heart to toss them out.
"Why not get another one?" Alastor asked even as he secretly rejoiced at having a solid idea for a gift. "You could have it in your room at the hotel."
Was Angel thinking of purchasing it? If so, it still gave Alastor some solid ideas. The leather case was in desperate need of some TLC. Alastor could give him the supplies to clean up the case and the record player to make it shine as it should.
"Hmm~ Maybe. I wonder if it still works." Angel leans in to give it a closer inspection. Alastor heard him click his tongue in disappointment, "Ah shit. Looks like the tonearm is bent out of shape slightly and the needle is missin'."
Angel stood up straight folding his arms as he sighed deeply.
"Well what do ya expect? This is Hell after all. Everything is busted down here. I'm... going to see what else they got in here." Stepping back, he turned to walk away to browse the other lost and broken things.
The tone-arm and the needle? Easily fixed! Alastor forced his ears not to twitch with excitement.
He snapped his fingers to conjure a note, the little shadow creature from before swirling over curiously.
"Take this to the proprietor, please."
The little shadow eagerly did so, giving the decrepit-looking demon at the counter a bit of a start (Alastor wondered if the owner had died old or if it was just one of the man's punishments). Then the demon slowly put away his cellphone and got off of his stool as Alastor went to follow Angel.
By the time the duo would pass the record player again, it'd be gone. It'd be behind the desk on the "Reserved" shelf. If asked, the proprietor would say he received a request for the item but wouldn't tell who.
Alastor did a little bit of browsing himself as he meandered over to Angel. "Anything else catch your eye?"
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.
Hmm...probably a gift for Angel's own assigned recipient. Asking who it might be would be pointless. After all, he'd withheld the name of the "lady" he was purchasing for. (A shame he didn't know Angel's musical tastes. He probably could've picked up a few vinyls to go with the record player. He knew some of the newer musicians had the sense to also put their music on vinyl in addition to those sanitized digital recordings.)
He waited outside as ordered, spying Angel slip something into the lingerie bag. Oh, he was certainly not going to poke his nose into that. He'd be safer sticking his head into an alligator's mouth. Particularly since he knew some of what was in that innocuous-seeming bag.
"Ready to go?" Alastor asked as Angel stepped out.
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."
"There are other ways you could earn money. I'm not well-versed in the genre, but I caught Husker oggling a lady playing a game online for viewers," Alastor said.
Though at least the last of Valentino's filthy money was out of the hotel. Small steps.
"And your contract clearly states that only money you earn performing sex work goes to Valentino."
Angel stopped so hard in his tracks that it almost made the two of them topple over onto the ground.
"Wait what?" Angel's head snapped over to stare at Alastor. "You're fuckin' with me right?"
Why that manipulative lying dirty sack of shit! Oh his blood was boiling under his skin. Though back in the day when his contract was forged, they lacked all this modern technology and by the time it was around, Angel was already so beaten in that he didn't even think about it. Just... followed his master's orders.
Alastor snapped his fingers, the copy of Angel's contract hovering before them both.
"Third paragraph. It also clearly defines just what qualifies as 'sex work', referring specifically to paid physical intercourse and pornographic material."
And there it was in black and white just as Alastor said.
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"Hmm?" Alastor looked up from his sandwich. He made sure to swallow before answering. "Yes, it is. Honestly, they stayed a few extra seconds than normal. Probably because they noticed you first." He grinned. "With all the red, I suppose I blend into the background in comparison to you."
He inched his foot back away from Angel's feet. It was starting to get a bit awkward.
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"It ain't a cake walk being me. I have the opposite issue when it comes to people. I'd be lucky if they just stared at me. But usually I get the creeps that want to have a little taste." He took a moment to stuff another bite down his throat. "Its fucking bullshit. We have turf wars all the time. Not like you're the first guy to slaughter a bunch of people. They don't know how great you can be. Bunch of rude stuck up judgey dicks. Fuck 'em."
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He gave an awkward chuckle. "Yes, well, at least my reputation worked to your advantage today. It must've been nice to walk around without being pawed." He snorted. "Honestly, trying to get 'free samples' is rude. Practically theft from your perspective. Which I know isn't anything serious down here to most."
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"Yeah sure, it was nice not to have a constant stream of creeps gawkin, tryin to grab my ass. But I'm used to it. Occupational hazard." He chuckled warm heartedly at Alastor's 'free samples' comment. That was a new one. And not entirely inaccurate. "I think thats part of the reason why I like being with you. I know you would never do anything like that." Though as he said that, a part of his heart squeezed painfully. "It's their lost. Those dumbasses don't know what they are missin'."
Angel stuffed the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth, swallowing it before going back to look at Alastor with fondness.
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"Well," he began awkwardly, "I don't believe you're obligated to accept such a thing even with your chosen profession. It's basic manners, not advanced chemistry." He chuckled. "If I thought to do otherwise, I'm sure Mother would be crossing the Pride Ring just to remind me with her wooden spoon."
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"Heh, you mom seems like a real spit fire. I think I'd like her." He flashed a fang fill grin, sipping his coffee. "Is she here? My family is but I don't talk to 'em much..."
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He loved his mother but it was...complicated...to say the least.
He cleared his throat. "So your family is all down here? I assume that some sort of sin was the family business? Theft? Murder?"
It was a reasonable assumption in his opinion: This was Hell, after all. One didn't get to Hell by baking cookies for the church picnic. (Alastor would know that from personal experience.)
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"I see. Sorry to hear that. You just seem real close is all." Angel shrugged, exhaling heavily. "Drugs." He answered flatly before expanding. "Mostly anyways. Sex, booze, a little murder. My family are all mobsters. I thought you knew that just lookin' at me. But I'm the family fuck up. Bunch of homophobes. But they love seeing my face plastered up on every buildin'."
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He listened to Angel's comment on his family.
"I'm not sure how I'd gather 'mobster' from you aside from the New York accent, but that's a bit stereotypical, don't you think?"
The sandwiches were both about half-eaten at this point. Why couldn't Angel have picked somewhere that it'd take time for a proper meal to be prepared and even longer to eat it? This little outing was going to be over in no time.
Though perhaps that was for the best. Family was an awkward topic to chat about with anyone in Hell. Even a little ray of sunshine like Charlie had serious familial issues.
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But then Angel lets out a gasp in pretend shock, clutching at his chest, "There ain't thinking wrong about my accent. Some people find it sexy. No, you dumbass. I mean you couldn't tell I was a gangsta by my impeccable fashion sense?"
Angel reached up to snap his bowtie grinning ear to ear as his secondary hands traveled down the delicate curves of his body. All joking aside, the spider was keenly aware of the state of their meal time. He wasn't about ready to give up his time with the other demon. It was getting good.
"Say Al? How about we wrap things up here. We have a long walk home."
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Their meals were just about done. And very likely their proprietor was antsy for them to leave. (Though honestly with how calm the snake had been, perhaps it would be more he wanted them to clear out so he had the table for another customer than wanting Alastor to leave before he maimed someone.)
"I suppose you're right." He pulled out his wallet, retrieving the appropriate bills plus a rather generous tip. (Places that let him eat without a fuss deserved to be rewarded!)
He then reached under the table for the basket of bags, plucking up all of them save the ones from the lingerie store. He walked to the front door of the establishment and held it open, looking up as someone paused outside the door.
"Go ahead," he cheerily told the newcomer.
The other demon's eyes were wide as she stared at the Radio Demon. Then she very slowly edged her way into the cafe, trying to keep as much distance as possible between herself and Alastor.
Alastor simply kept up his smile and motioned to Angel. "After you."
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Giving another small wave to Adder, the new patron who just entered gave him pause. She was too preoccupied trying to run away from his guest that she almost ran straight into the starlet. The female looked up at him startled and Angel's brows knitted tightly together. Rude little bitch, he thought to himself as he snorted hot air from his nose skirting past her.
Reaching Alastor Angel made a big show of it, smiling cheerfully. "How sweet of you, babe~" His voice was loud enough for all to hear, aiming a nasty look at the woman.
Once outside Angel went back to link his arm around Alastor's. Though now he was feeling a bit more feisty than before and his belly was full of good food. He decided to push his limits a bit and his hand snaked down to laced their fingers together as they walked.
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"You didn't have to do that," he said casually. "Or this."
Honestly, it was kind. Sweet even. However, people had been terrified of him for almost ninety years. One afternoon wasn't going to change that.
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"I know. I did it cause I wanted to. Simple as that. Besides..." Angel playfully nudged Alastor's shoulders. "... means I can have ya all to myself."
Oh yeah, let that sink in. Letting out a bright chuckle Angel leans over to rest is head on the deer's shoulder. You know, cause people weren't already staring enough. Gotta pile on that shit. Plus it was a rare moment of Al letting him get away with this shit. Taking full advantage while he could.
Turning the corner on to a different avenue, Angel's head sprung up abruptly. If the radio demon cared to follow his line of sight he could see what held Angel's focus so intently was a small run down antique shop on the other side of the road. The grip he had on Alastor loosened.
"Wait for me, will ya? There's something I gotta see." Angel unwrapped himself again and without waiting for his body guard, scurried inside.
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As he struggled to come up with a response, Angel darted off into the antique shop, startling him out of his thoughts. He tilted his head to one side, the sound of the radio switching between channels accompanying it. He'd been in this little shop before for periodic trips down memory lane. However, Angel always seemed to be constantly moving forward rather than rooted in the past. Why come here?
He entered into the little shop, taking in all the various bits and bobs on display. Forgotten treasures of bygone days decorated every shelf. All covered in a fine layer of dust as few stopped in to handle them as they debated purchase. These were the old, broken things no one wanted, after all.
One of the local shadow creatures swirled about him, happy for his visit. His smile warmed a bit.
"Hello. Just browsing today," he told it. He held out his hand and offered it a marble-sized bit of power which it eagerly took, popping it into its mouth like candy.
The shop wasn't very big -- most demons in Hell simply threw away the old things -- so he found Angel with no issue.
"Something caught your eye?"
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"Oh man, its been ages since I've seen one of these." Angel mused as he flicked the clasps open, lifting the top up to reveal a 'portable' record player. "I used to have one of these when I first got down here but... It got destroyed during a little disagreement me and Val were havin'."
Stashed away in his room, he had an old box of vinyl records squirreled away that was collecting dust. Sure he liked to the new music, mainly due to work, but he never had the heart to toss them out.
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Was Angel thinking of purchasing it? If so, it still gave Alastor some solid ideas. The leather case was in desperate need of some TLC. Alastor could give him the supplies to clean up the case and the record player to make it shine as it should.
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Angel stood up straight folding his arms as he sighed deeply.
"Well what do ya expect? This is Hell after all. Everything is busted down here. I'm... going to see what else they got in here." Stepping back, he turned to walk away to browse the other lost and broken things.
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He snapped his fingers to conjure a note, the little shadow creature from before swirling over curiously.
"Take this to the proprietor, please."
The little shadow eagerly did so, giving the decrepit-looking demon at the counter a bit of a start (Alastor wondered if the owner had died old or if it was just one of the man's punishments). Then the demon slowly put away his cellphone and got off of his stool as Alastor went to follow Angel.
By the time the duo would pass the record player again, it'd be gone. It'd be behind the desk on the "Reserved" shelf. If asked, the proprietor would say he received a request for the item but wouldn't tell who.
Alastor did a little bit of browsing himself as he meandered over to Angel. "Anything else catch your eye?"
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"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.
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He waited outside as ordered, spying Angel slip something into the lingerie bag. Oh, he was certainly not going to poke his nose into that. He'd be safer sticking his head into an alligator's mouth. Particularly since he knew some of what was in that innocuous-seeming bag.
"Ready to go?" Alastor asked as Angel stepped out.
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"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."
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Though at least the last of Valentino's filthy money was out of the hotel. Small steps.
"And your contract clearly states that only money you earn performing sex work goes to Valentino."
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Angel stopped so hard in his tracks that it almost made the two of them topple over onto the ground.
"Wait what?" Angel's head snapped over to stare at Alastor. "You're fuckin' with me right?"
Why that manipulative lying dirty sack of shit! Oh his blood was boiling under his skin. Though back in the day when his contract was forged, they lacked all this modern technology and by the time it was around, Angel was already so beaten in that he didn't even think about it. Just... followed his master's orders.
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Alastor snapped his fingers, the copy of Angel's contract hovering before them both.
"Third paragraph. It also clearly defines just what qualifies as 'sex work', referring specifically to paid physical intercourse and pornographic material."
And there it was in black and white just as Alastor said.
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