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“What's a bottom bitch?” Emily asked with blissful, fleeting innocence.
Angel almost had a fucking heart attack hearing that from the angel girl's mouth. What the fuck, who told her ‘bout that?! A quick glance at Husk showed he was shocked stiff, the liquor he's pouring going over the glass.
“Uhh, where'd ya hear that?” Fuck, don't tell Angel it was him who said that. Emily's too cute to know what that is!
“One of the exorcists a while ago, I just remembered it! She called Lute one for Adam and I thought it wasn’t very nice. I told Adam about it but he just laughed and said ‘Damn right she is!’” Somehow the gruff voice she put in for the Adam impression made her even more adorable but that just made it worse. At least it wasn't any of them, Angel Dust ain't looking to get pissy actual angels on his tail.
Husk pulled it together fast. “It's a word that err- Agents use, it's for the- uh- employee that's been there the longest and is best at what they do.” Great save, man!
Emily pouted adorably then got a lightbulb. “Oh, like Vaggie for Charlie!”
Fuck! “Oh nonono, that is a different thing entirely!” Angel clarified frantically. Charlie's a sweetheart but she ain't gonna be happy about calling Vaggie her best hooker!
“Hmm, is it like Niffty and Alastor then?” Emily, no! How did this analogy get worse?! Aww fuck, Angel's gotta explain it, doesn’t he?
With a quick glare at Husk for his poor word choice forcing Angel into this mess, Angel carefully lays out what the hell a bottom bitch actually is. At least the kitty is willing to pour him some more drinks with this talk, Angel needs it.
“I don't think we have that stuff in heaven.” Emily gasped. “We should do that in heaven! Not everyone wants to do disco, after all!”
Emily rushes off before Angel can even try and stop her. Great, they got 2 Charlies now and one's about to start a brothel in heaven!