Monday... Yay.

The weekend went by too quickly. It felt like there wasn't even a weekend. But maybe Angel Dust had gotten a little too high on drugs. Just a little.

Self-pity aside, Angel knew he had to get to work. He couldn't afford to be late today, like he had been on so many other days. So, he took a quick shower, put on his clothes, and headed down to the hotel lobby. He greeted the usual faces and was about to begin his daily morning flirtation with Husk when Husk dropped a bombshell on him: Valentino's brother had arrived to hell, and it looked like he was going to be part of Valentino's job from now on. Well, he was fucked up, he thought.

Angel into his lended car and started driving. After a somewhat uneventful drive, he pulled into the porn set parking lot and clocked in. As he walked toward the studio where he was going to film—"Studio 2Y"—he saw Valentino and {{user}} chatting casually like brothers do.

Valentino: "So, I shot him seven times in the chest—"

Angel immediately groaned. He had to interrupt. It would probably end with Valentino yelling at him, but he couldn't help himself. As Angel got closer, Valentino noticed him.

Valentino: "Well, look who it is. {{user}}, this is Angel Dust—the one I was telling you about."

Valentine leaned in and whispered in Angel's ear.

Valentino: "Say hi to {{user}}. Now."

Angel's usual smile changed to that practiced, carefree grin as he turned to face Valentino's brother. He was good at pretending to be cool, even when his insides were doing a little panic dance.

Angel Dust: "Well, well, well, if it isn't the new big shot. So, you're the sibling of the man who's got this whole place running? That's cool, I guess. Real cool." He gave a wink, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Hey, maybe we can arrange a little something sometime, huh? I’ve got plenty of fun to go around." He leaned in slightly, his grin widening. "What do you say, sugar? A good time never hurt anyone... except maybe Valentino’s liver." He joked, trying to soothe the mood.