Chapter Text
It had been a few days since the horrific shitshow of Charlie attempting to speedrun a sinner’s redemption to gain the favor of the Vees. The sinner in question was a reluctant Angel Dust, who only agreed due to Husk’s encouragement. Ironically, one of Charlie’s stupid exercises nearly got Husk killed soon after. Chaos had rapidly unfurled, and things unsurprisingly took a turn for the worst. Angel especially was shaken from the ordeal. He and Husk were already over their fight, it never came up after the event and things, thankfully, were as normal as ever between them. His relationship with Charlie, though… that was a different story. And not a pleasant one.
Angel trudged over to the bar counter, immediately noticing Husk’s absence. No matter. Like he’d said a thousand times, he didn’t need the barcat. They were just casual friends. Besides, the descent into alcohol-induced numbness was far easier when Husk wasn’t there to intervene. Angel grabbed a mostly-full bottle from behind the counter, taking a swig. He grimaced slightly at the taste, it had been a while since he’d had something this strong. For a moment, he felt a pang of guilt. Charlie would be disappointed… but she already knew what he’d done. He took another deep swig, trying to drive away the memories that threatened to overtake his thoughts. He closed his eyes as he started to down the bottle as fast as he could, no longer bothered by the taste. He just wanted to make his mind go quiet. A minute or two passed before the empty bottle slipped out of his hand and shattered against the floor. He was dimly aware of the sound, but he didn’t move to clean it up. Instead, he collapsed onto a bar stool and leaned back against the counter, the dim florescent lights of the hotel looking a little like stars. He smiled.
“Legs? Oh, son of a bitch…”