Angel Dust leaned back on the sofa, listening to Vaggie berate him about getting into another fight.

“Calm ya tits,” Angel muttered. “It was just a small brawl.”

“It was a fucking turf war!” Vaggie shot back. Angel shrugged. “Same difference. I had to help my friend.”

Charlie was nowhere to be found. Angel Dust rolled his eyes, inspecting the nails on all four of his hands. The spider demon groaned. “Ya done yet? Gettin' bored here.”