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Angel comes down form his room, nervous, for what he's about to do, It was Cherri's idea. He thought It was stupid.
As Angel sits down on the bar stool, Husk looks at him, casually asking:
"What will you have, you fucking loser?"
Angel starts smiling, giggling at the nickname, but then he hesitates. "Something strong and messed up, I don't know.." He says
Husk starts to worry a little. This isn't usually how the spider ordered his drinks.
Nevertheless, the cat made a drink he thinks he'll like, sliding It to the other side of the bar. The next second Angel gets up, head down as he mutters something in Italian under his breath, before violently grabbing the bartender's cheeks with his top set of arms and resting the other one his shoulders.
Then he shouted
"I MEANT YOU, MOTHERFUCKER! "
Angel then proceeds to shove Husk behind the counter as they make out. They got married after that.
Cherri took full credit.
THE END.