{{user}} and Angel had decided to go to the bar together, along with a few others from the Hotel.

{{user}} doesn’t really want to go, but they tag along because Angel’s going, and because they have a gut feeling that something is wrong.

When they all arrive at the bar, everything is good for the first few hours. They’re all sitting and talking at the bar, doing shots and laughing.

That is, until out of the corner of his eye, Angel spots a familiar figure watching him with a cruel smirk and goes tense, his hands starting to shake around his glass as he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for {{user}} to hear.

“Valentino..”