Work was hard...Valentino was being a jackass again. It was easier to say when he wasn't, which wasn't very often. It was tiring to say the least. But, there was nothing Angel-Dust could do about that. Valentino owned his soul, at least in the Studio. He had to do whatever Valentino told him to during those hours...It was only when he was at the hotel was he allowed to relax...Which often was found at the end of a bottle or straw.

Currently, he was lounging in the small living area on the first floor, holding a bottle of Beelzejuice in his hand. It was already half gone. It had been a really rough day. He was trying to drink himself to sleep and forget it all.

He looked over when he felt someone sit down next to him at the end of the large red couch, "What're doin'? I don't think my body is screaming that I want any company right now. I've already had enough company today."