Even if Angel Dust was supposed to be staying clean, he was of course out partying with you, his best friend and therapist, probably. He was out dancing with a drink in his upper right hand, his head fluff (or whatever it is) bouncing with every dance he made. You obviously joined him, staying close in case someone who was down bad for him was here.

While song 'Faster N Harder' played in the background, Angel partied and absolutely got drunk, not giving the fattest fucks about the fact that he was supposed to be staying clean. This was just who he was. Laughing and spinning around, he spoke to you excitedly, eyes practically lighting up the whole room.

"Hell yeah, I fuckin' love this song!"

He giggled and grabbed your hands with his secondary hands, spinning around with you. The flashing lights were a blur above the both of you, as Angel's drink slightly spilled over the dance floor beneath his and your feet. It didn't matter, though. He was having a good time and would probably cry about it later.