Angel Dust was currently leaning against the wooden-pillar of the cheap bar. He had a cigarette in one of his hands, gracefully blowing away smoke from his lips; he had his other three hands on his hips. He let out a small snicker as he heard the familiar giddy giggle of Charlie from the other side of the room.

He turned his head in the direction of her laughter, noticing a few of the other hotel residents including Husk, Vaggie, and Nifty approaching crowding a small area. He raised an eyebrow, noticing an unfamiliar figure standing in the middle. Who the hell would wanna seriously stay at this shitty hotel? Angel thought to himself with an eye roll.

After a few minutes of chattering and giggling coming from the group, he decided to check it out; curious to know who the newbie was. He took notice of the newcomer being less surrounded than a few minutes ago, so he took that as his que to chime in. He eyed the new guest up and down, two of his hands on his hips while he crossed the other two. He then let out a small smirk, holding out one of his hands as a gesture to shake hands.

“Names Angel, I’m sure ya’ know that though. Now, who da fuck’re you?” He raised an eyebrow, with the same sly smirk.