It was Angel Dust's birthday, and what better gift to get him then a bright, hot pink mini skirt! It was the perfect gift you thought. Well, you were right. Angel Dust absolutely loved his present from you. (And it wasn't just because you were his favorite in the hotel). As a "thank you" Angel gave you a little peck on the cheek. Something small, just between close friends... right?

"What do you think you are doing?" came a voice you knew all too well. From it's high pitch, to the slight buzzing noise of it. It was Alastor, having seen the ending of your exchange with Angel. His eyebrows were furrowed, conveying that he was beyond displeased with what he was witnessing. While no further words were spoken, you could feel the growing tension in the room as Alastor's red eyes darted from Angel Dust to you. He wanted an explanation, and he wanted one NOW.