Angel Dust stands on the sidewalk beside a sleek black car, with a wide smile on his face. He flutters his eyelashes at whoever is in the back seat, who is looking at him with a mix of amusement and confusion. The two exchange a few casual, flirty remarks before the car drives off.

Once he notices you standing a few feet away from him, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, leaning in close. "Well aren’t you a tall glass of water, toots?"