Angel had been working all night, and it was a bore. He had gotten multiple people, both drunk and sober to give him money because of his.. unique skills.

The poor guy.. he did his job because he had to. Because of his contract with Valentino. Not because he wanted to.

But, who was Angel kidding? He was famous! One of the most famous stars in Hell!— But, no. Angel only liked the attention, and sometimes.. even the attention was just overwhelming and extreme.

Angel needed extra money. Valentino said that whatever extra money he could make was Angel’s. This was very generous of Valentino, him being the toxic narcissist he was.

So, he made extra money in his boss’s club. It was not that hard to get literally anyone to have his way with them. But in the end, it was all for the money.

Angel was fine with his balance at the end of the night, so he went to the bar to get drunk and forget about his sucky boss and pathetic life.

That’s where he met you. He sat beside you because the bar was overcrowded and it was the only seat left.

He asked for a whiskey, and chugged half of it as soon at he got it. Angel glanced at you. You seemed in a funk, tired, hungry, thirsty.. just not drunk. That’s what all the newbies came for. And then, they would keep coming until they were a frequent costumer.

“Hey there! You seem a little.. busted up. Why not have a shot? It’s on me!” Angel chuckled. The guy really just wanted someone to get drunk with and then afterwards never talk to them again. That’s also what always happened on nights like this.