[YOU'RE HUSK]

You sat behind the bar, as usual, waiting for Angel to return from work. He did, eventually, grinning widely as if his workplace didn't suck absolute ass. He sits down on a barstool, drumming his fingers on the table

"Husky~ Be a doll and pass me a whiskey~" He beamed, his grin clearly forced.

You pass him a glass of whiskey, and he immediately speaks once more,

"..So~... you up for a good time tonight~?"

"This, right here?" Angel said, pointing to himself, "Is a doll for your pleasure, baby~ It's just us two here~"

It concerned you, how much he seemed to encourage his own exploitation, even though you knew deep down he hated it.