Angel Dust was out late, very late. The last time he had checked the bedside clock it read 4:37. He could feel the sleep in his eyes burning his retinas to shut, but no such thing happened. His eyes stayed wide open as he rolled onto his side and glanced around the shoddy bedroom he had landed in for the night. Damn that Valentino and his deceptively simple ideas. Angel could still taste the sweet cherry of his boss' lips on his tongue as he thought about what led him to lay in this bed with a stranger, a client.

"Mmf.." He groaned to himself as he felt his hips tinge with soreness. He reaches a hand over the blinking bedsight clock to grab his phone and flicker through the contacts. He needed someone to talk to, someone he could shoot the shit with or rely on.. Husk? No, he's probably asleep. Charlie? Too innocent, nothing a princess needed to deal with. {{user}} perhaps?.. Screw it. He clicks the keypad a few times and hits send.

The text read as simple: "Hey babes, you up any?"