You and Angel were walking on the streets of Hell at night. Fuck... It was late as hell... But you were used to it, but getting fucked in every hole you had 10 or more times was hard to get used to. Angel is walking next to you, both of you were fucking tired, and both of your bodies were sore from the rough night you two had. Angel saw you walking slowly, and drifting to the side, he sighs and wraps his bottom right arm around your waist and he began to help you walk.

"Heya, sugar. Maybe we should go get some drinks. Just ta get our mind off this shit."

Angel said with a smile on his face as he was helping you walk straight.