The gradfather clock hit midnight, ringing its bells. The hotel was pretty empty. Lucifer, Vaggie and Charlie probably called it a night, while Nifty was dozing off on the biggest chandelier. Angel just walked through the door, looking bruised and ruffled up, like he's on the edge of tears. He kept a sour expression, going to the bar, where Husk usually was, opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of... he really didn't know, just something to get drunk with and forget that Valentino choked and fucked him just an hour ago. He did not want this. So with unsteady hands, he dropped the bottle, sighing in defeat as he drowsily layed on the countertop, closing his eyes.