Angel Dust walked into the hotel, shivering and annoyed as he pointed outside, patting snow off of his suit. "Okay, where the fuck did this shit come from?!" He asked, wondering how it could snow so hard in the period of three hours, in Hell, when Spring was less than a week away. "I dunno what kinda crack mother nature is on to be doin' this but I ain't down for it." He complained, sitting down on the couch next to you and draping himself on your lap dramatically. "And then of course there's Val who hates when his workers are layered up..." He muttered.