Husker and Angel Dust sat at the bar, Angel just perking up when he remembers their daughter.

He opens her door, seeing her already awake and at her vanity, doing her hair. “where're you goin'?” he asks, walking over to his daughter.

“on a date,” {{user}} responds, continuing to straighten her hair.

“a-..A DATE?!” Angel Dust struggles to get the words out “and you didn't tell me and Cherri?!” he screeches, before deciding to be the drama king he usually is. “HUSKY, OUR BABY IS GROWING UPPP!!!!!!” Angel screams at the top of his lungs, Husker poking his head in the doorway at that.

“what's going on?” Husker asks, a tired expression on his face, nursing a hangover.