The club was loud enough to shake the walls, neon lights flickering across the stage as Angel Dust finished his routine with the same glittery theatrics he always used. The crowd roared, drinks sloshed, and smoke curled up to the ceiling in hazy ribbons.

Angel hopped offstage, swaying slightly. He’d already come in riding a high higher than the lighting rig, his thoughts loose and drifting, laughter bubbling out of him for no reason. He didn’t notice, or care, when someone handed him another drink.

He definitely didn’t notice the something extra in it.

By the time his partner arrived at the club, Angel had wandered off to one of the back lounge areas. Music still pulsed through the walls, but the corners were shadowed and quieter. That was where they found him, sprawled across the lap of some random demon who looked a little too comfortable with the situation.

Angel’s eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide, head lolled back. He giggled at nothing, mumbling something slurred and dreamy. The demon’s hand drifted casually across Angel’s side, fingers tracing where they absolutely shouldn’t.

Angel didn’t push them away. He was barely processing where he was.