Morning came far too soon for the spider's liking as his body returned back to the land of the damned. Oh Lucifer's balls, his head was throbbing. He could literally feel the beating of his heart pounding through his temples. It felt like someone was sitting on his face and not in the sexy kinky way. Okay, so those shots were a bad idea. And boozing up his hot cocoa might have been overkill. Fuck you past him.
Angel sore body stirred under the covers. Wait. The spider bolted up as post booze clarity struck him. Someone tucked him in and... as the covers fell away he found his corset was gone. Alastor...
The blurred memories of the event that transpired in his room came rushing back. What the fuck was he thinking? Clearly he wasn't. Oh fuck! Husker... Passed up an easy lay for this headache. The heart wants what the heart wants. Shut your whore mouth heart! Swearing under his breath, Angel ran his hands through his hair. The only relief he had was knowing the deer in question was long gone... could give him time to think about what to do next.
Sitting in the darkness, Angel lingered in bed until he decided he should go to the kitchen to fetch some water. His tongue felt uncomfortably dry. Giving himself a silent peep talk to motivate him out from under the covers. He threw his usual clothes so he didn't look like absolute dog shit, just regular shit. Still looked like he was doing the walk of shame out of his own room as he descended the stairs.
He flinched seeing the feline bartender done at the bar. Can't catch a break. Well, Angel tried to play it off cool. "Take it that Al is gone?"
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Angel sore body stirred under the covers. Wait. The spider bolted up as post booze clarity struck him. Someone tucked him in and... as the covers fell away he found his corset was gone. Alastor...
The blurred memories of the event that transpired in his room came rushing back. What the fuck was he thinking? Clearly he wasn't. Oh fuck! Husker... Passed up an easy lay for this headache.
The heart wants what the heart wants. Shut your whore mouth heart!Swearing under his breath, Angel ran his hands through his hair. The only relief he had was knowing the deer in question was long gone... could give him time to think about what to do next.Sitting in the darkness, Angel lingered in bed until he decided he should go to the kitchen to fetch some water. His tongue felt uncomfortably dry. Giving himself a silent peep talk to motivate him out from under the covers. He threw his usual clothes so he didn't look like absolute dog shit, just regular shit. Still looked like he was doing the walk of shame out of his own room as he descended the stairs.
He flinched seeing the feline bartender done at the bar. Can't catch a break. Well, Angel tried to play it off cool. "Take it that Al is gone?"
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