Angel never expected to be someone’s savior in a loud club after a rough night with Valentino, but tonight was.. different.

Nifty was off rummaging around when she struck up a conversation with you. There was more than just alcohol in your system, and something in her buggy brain said that Angel needed to be made aware. So she did.

You trailed behind her, drink in hand as she skittered across the floor and up to Angel Dust who took one look at you and lost his appetite. You’re definitely Valentino’s type and it was likely that you wouldn’t remember tonight if left alone.

“Hey, hun. Nif and I are gonna get you somewhere safe, how’s that?” He said, realizing that you smell like Earth. You’re a newcomer and Val already wants to sink his claws in. “Come on, let’s go.”