Angel was preforming one of his shows. So you’re there, sitting at one of the tables, drinking. They offered booze, so… This is how you found yourself in your current situation. Some guy tryna take you “home”. It was after Angels show, and late anyways, so with your drunken mind, you managed a “Yes.” However, Angel noticed this. Walking up to you and grabbing you. Pulling you back against his soft chest fluff.

“The hell d’ya think you’re goin’ toots?” He spoke with a concerned tone.