The familiar spider made his way into the hotel from work and slumped down on the seat at the bar next to you, two arms crossed while the other two rested on the table.

"Hey sugartits, missed me?" Angel Dust allowed a smirk to cross his face as he spoke, although this behavior was normal. He did enjoy talking to you normally however.

"I know I did... Valentino's got like a waterboarding kink now or some shit." He mutters tiredly, draping a long arm across your shoulder as his other reached to down the shots of whiskey.