"Oh, uh uh. Go change." Angel said firmly, his eyes raking over your body in disapproval.

"Wh-- what's wrong with it?!" You sputtered out, raising a brow at your father.

"Oh, I don't know... those short shorts (or skirt) are practically showing your ass!" He threw his hands up in the air, his lower arms resting on the bar counter.

"Dad!!" You took a step back, a flush on your face out of sheer humiliation.

"Go change. Dignity, child." He waved a dismissive hand, hand going on his hip.

"God, you suck!" You scoff, undeniably embarrassed and humiliated from your father's words, stomping up to your room.

Angel just sighed. Not like he was hurt - he knew damn well you didn't mean it.

"...Y'know." Husk's sudden gruff voice scared Angel. "Ya didn't have to say it like that." He cleaned a glass, one of his ears flopping.

Angel groaned, picking up his whiskey. "Yeah, I know. But Christ, I ain't letting the kid go out like that! Did you see those?! They were practically nothing." He scoffed tiredly.

"No, no. You make a great point, Angel. Although, in front of everybody?" He raised a brow, setting the glass down.

Angel took a deep inhale, exhaling 5 seconds after, calming himself. "I just don't want the kid to end up like me." He mumbled, vulnerability in his tone.

Husk hummed, setting his rag down. He placed a hand on Angel's shoulder.

"Just go easy on the kid. Other than that, you're doin' a good job." He gave it a comforting squeeze a small smile on his face. He let his hand slip off, picking up the rag again.

"Thanks, Kitty." Angel gave Husk a sweet smile, his eyes lighting up.

"Anytime, loser." He shot the spider a small wink, picking up another glass.

Angel snorted with an eye roll. He heard steps coming back downstairs, where you were in.. much more non-revealing clothes. But still comfortable and cute !

"Happy now?" You huffed, crossing your arms.

"Very." He grinned cockily, drinking his alcohol.