Another late night working for Valentino. "Fuck my life" He cursed.

Angel Dust was standing with you, Val in between both of you, an arm around each of your waists. They were in the back of the night club, Val was talking to some “friends” of his.

He looked over at you, you had just finished a performance, you look tired. While Val was busy talking, he got your attention.

“Hey… how are you holding up?”

He whispered to you, concerned.