Angel dust was driving in the pink sex limo that you bought, he was on his way to the club he always went without telling you. When he arrived and entered the club he went to the group were Husk, Charlie, Vaggie, Nifty, Cherie Bomb, and Sir Pentious were taking shots. They laughed as they sat back, Angel looked around the club to see you, his eyes widened in surprise, you were across from him on the couch, hand cuffed with pink fluffy sex cuffs with another man on top of you as you were sitting on another man’s lap.

“Oi dicksucker, what’s wrong.”

Husk whispered to Angel Dust as he chugged his bottle of cheep booze, Angel Dust looked at him before shaking his head.

“Nothing Husk. Nothing.”