Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch

[harderdaddy]

Who: Angel Dust, OTA
What: Arrival/Drinking
Where: Fountain/Deep End
When: Early-Mid Month
Warnings: TBD, Strong Language, Addiction



Arrival
There ain't no way it's possible, but this sure as shit doesn't look like Hell. Angel tries touching that creepy orb thing again, and even tries askin' it questions, but it's a fucking floating ball, he wasn't expecting a whole lot.

So it's down to you- poor fellow netizen of this place- assuming the sight of the furry sinner's approach doesn't scare you away.

"Holy shit," he murmurs, staring at you in disbelief, "Are you ALIVE?" Is this a real living, breathing person and not a soul???

The Deep End
"Oh thank fuck," Angel sighs, dropping onto a stool by the bar, grateful to have found a place to stop that building headache. And whether it's your job or not, hot-stuff, you have just been designated bartender.

"What's the strongest shit you got in this place?" he asks with a flirtatious grin.

Comments

[in_extremis]

That response made whatever performance Angel thought would appeal to Jon very rapidly a must-see, drawing out Tony's wry smile again, his focus sliding away at a private joke. Jon might try that punch yet. "Great, he could use more friends, get him out of the house," Tony encouraged innocently. By then, D.A.T.A. had darkened again, his scanning of the curious scene complete and his processing dedicated to analyzing, so Tony picked him up again as he gave a toss of his head to get out of this place. It was humid, and dark, and there were definitely beetles lurking under most of these leaves, and Tony wouldn't have pointed anyone toward it on a good day. "Let me show you the highlights," he said, mostly meaning the diner where he could trust that Angel could sustain himself.