Let's Set This Straight {Angel/plot}

[envy greene]

It's not my time,
I'm not going
There's a fear in me
It's not showing
This could be the end of me
And everything I know
Oh, I won't go.

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Her head ached, her clothes were trashed, and she woke up somewhere completely foreign. The ceiling was crumbling, and the walls had cracks down the entire frame. She rubbed her eyes, only to notice a few of her nails were broken. It took a few moments for her to realize it was well past midday. The sun speckled into the shabby room, seeming only to illuminate the junk even more. How the fuck did she end up in a hole like this? That’s when her pounding cranium deduced this wasn’t a mistake, she looked over and the bed was accompanied by another body. This made her angry - not because she didn’t know who the hell it was, but that she couldn’t remember if last night was worth it. With an extra sigh, she got up, feeling the instant change in temperature as she crawled out of the sheets. She scrounged the floor for her clothes, managing to only find her bra, panties, and ripped jeans. The shirt was mia - so she took one of his.

She gritted her teeth as she looked over once more, and decided it wasn’t a total loss, he was hot even for being passed out. She made her way down the rickety stairs and onto the streets, realizing just how much her stomach yearned for some food. She slid her fingers into her pocket only to find a crumbled five and some change. It was enough to stave of the hunger for a little while, so she got some good ‘ol Micky D’s and walked back to her camper. It seemed like forever, but she finally got inside, and took a look at the clock. 5 o’clock. Damn. Time seemed to move way faster when you’re too shit-faced to care. With her luck, she slept through most of her hang-over. After finishing off the greasy burger, she quickly undressed again and took a nice long shower.

She was at a slight loss as to what she wanted to do, since most of her day was already gone. But when all else fails, why not do what she does best? She proceeded to blow-dry her hair, and coat on some heavy eyeliner and mascara - and of course foundation to smooth out her flaws and intensify her skin tone. She refused to admit she had dark rings around her eyes. She was too young and naïve to the think her lifestyle was already sucking away precious minutes of her life. Bullshit. If she wanted to live in a bubble, she would have done so. At least she didn’t drink and smoke. She looked through her small, yet eccentric wardrobe. Mostly consisting of tanks, jeans, and corsets. She picked out a black corset, black and emerald skirt with tie-up boots. She would have almost gone for some hose, but then she figured she’d over-do the trashy look.

There’s nothing worse than a desperate looking whore. She wasn’t desperate, she just loved the attention. So she grabbed her black leather purse, and stepped out of her van after less than two hours. It was never really a home. She just slept there and took showers. It was way to clean for someone to really take the time to enjoy it. She chilly air made her skin shiver, but in a totally adoring way. She was ready to have another good night - only this time, she expected to remember it. Completely uncaring to everything around her, she made her way to the tail-end of the line for a notorious club. She didn’t mind the wait, it only meant to pushers and light-weights would be gone by the time she got in there. She looked around her, realizing most everyone else had someone to go with. She supposed this was her own doing, but it was easier without the hassle. She managed to send her hostile vibes to two fairly green looking girls who were giggling at a guy a couple feet in front of them. They turned away from her cold gaze, as she sneered. Fresh meat..

[angel danvers]

”Caught up in your sin, I fight to win and aim to bring the pain to those who deny the ripeness inside ~

Eyes dance behind closed eyelids as the muted melody slowly flooded from small speakers somewhere in the room. With a slight, annoyed growl, he let his eyes open themselves as they adjusted to the dimmed light that still remained in the room from the night before. He took in a deep, shaky breath, letting the smoky air fill his lungs. He winced as he took it in; it was doused with marijuana smoke. Angel hated hemp – he thought of it as altogether useless. Sure, he dealt it, as he did any other fine drug that one could want, but he looked down upon it when it came to his personal liking to it. A unbelievable waste of money – giving the customer a high, for sure, but then it fades just as soon as it kicks in, or – you end up falling asleep. As much as he had bullshitted with others about his take on the substance, frequent fans disagreed with him, and said that it was worth the price. Why did he care anyway? Their stupidity made him money – hell, he should promote everything on the market as if it were a fine piece of gold. People are ignorant – they’d believe anything these days.

Eyes fully adjusted, his sights roamed the room. He had decided to attend an underground party that one of his customers had invited him to; he agreed to finish paying Angel for an overdue payment he owed them. With knowledge that he was to be paid, and, that he would have free reign on some coke – what did he have to lose? His memory began to leak back to him at a frequent rate. Was he paid? Hell yeah - $800.00 in cash lay within his pocket from the sorry loser whom bought a whole 2-3 month’s worth of coke, hemp, and ketamine for this party that he was holding; plus, he held some back for himself, of course. He let his hand slide down to his pocket, patting the bulge that came from it. Random bodies dashed the floor, furniture, and whatever else was around that could be leaned or slept on. The color of the room was a warm black, lit with lamps and candles; the lamps covered with dark-hued scarves. Smoke hung heavy, and the sound of music lightly flooded the room, along with the snoring of men and moaning of women within sleep. Angel looked down upon him to find he had fallen asleep within a lounge chair towards the back of the room. To his left, there was a scrawny man passed out on his stomach; to his right, were two girls wrapped in each other’s arms, sleeping peacefully. Angel raised his brow and growled again as he stretched.

Knowing his internal time clock, he figured it was probably almost noon, as which was the time he usually stirred from slumber. Taking his cell phone from the pocket opposite of the money-stuffed one, he checked the time: 11:35 AM. He got up slowly, careful not to wake up the people around him; the people at his feet. He headed toward the bathroom as quietly as he could – he had to piss like a Russian racehorse. Thank god for the obvious bathroom signs that directed you to the bathroom; without them, there was no way he would have made his way.

Entering the bathroom, it seemed empty. He non-chalantly shut and locked the door, heading to the toilet and proceeding to unzip his pants. He sighed as he released himself, closing his eyes and cracking his neck from where he slept setting up. Hey. He opened his eyes in a regular manner as he heard the feminine vocals ring throughout the bathroom walls, although whispered. At the door stood a busty, strawberry blond, eyeing Angel – or, moreover, his member. Angel snorted a bit, laughing lightly. ”Hey what?” He zipped up his pants and knocked the lid back down upon the toilet, walking over to the girl. As he closed in on her, it became obvious she was one of the hemp addicts; her eyes were bloodshot, and she reeked of it. Angel wrinkled his nose in disgust. The blond smiled, wearily, and straggled closer to Angel, resting her arm on Angel’s shoulder, lazily. She licked her lips, which were chapped and smeared fire engine red from the previous night, and let her hand slowly travel down Angel’s body. ”Wanna join me for a joint? Angel sighed, watching her hand as it now dared to go below his belt. He smirked as he felt her fingers wrap around his zipper. ”No way, sweetheart – I don’t do child’s play like that.” With that, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her from unzipping his pants, and pulled her away from the door, unlocking it and proceeding on his way out. You fucker! Angel looked over his shoulder. ”Don’t act so offended, sweetheart – first of all, it was you that hid in the shower when I came in to take a goddamn piss – I should be calling you out.”

Returning to his apartment, Angel threw his keys on the counter, and put his night’s earnings into its place of keeping. He immediately went to the bathroom and proceeded to take a long, hot shower. Standing underneath the hot stream, which seemed to literally rinse the stress away, he thought over his ‘day’ thus far : waking up from a night in the inferno, getting out of the inferno, breaking his first $100.00 for a coffee and some painkillers, running into an old flame that worked the convenience counter, fucking that old flame in the back of the store, then the shower he was in now. He tipped his head back, letting the hot water wash over his face, rinsing away shampoo and soap alike.

Once out of the shower, he decided to do a three-liner of coke before he got dressed. His head spun with light, airy feeling as the coke seemed to hit his senses all at once, counteracting to the painkillers and coffee. He smirked as he picked out his wardrobe choice for the night. He picked a black Affliction wifebeater, a pair of dark denim jeans, and his Affliction bike boots – yeah, he was in the mood to go biking tonight. He would let his hair dry naturally, creating that messed look. Looking at the clock, he figured that he would go out and shoot the shit with some customers he had appointments with, then joy ride and head for the club.

Entering the club, he had met up with an old affiliate that was a bigwig customer back in Angel’s hometown that had come here for the music festival. He sat with him in the club, half-bored and half-entertained. The man was dull; he talked about nothing but complete and utter bullshit and none of it caught Angel’s attention in the least. To pass by the time, Angel ordered a screwdriver laced with rum to pass the oncoming hours. To the side, he heard a pack of tittering girls, obviously looking at Angel and his company. He rolled his eyes a bit, then deciding to casually look them over. They weren’t that bad – but they were young. Very young. Sure, Angel liked youthful women, but he was no pervert, either – he liked women his own age that were actually legal and qualified to be women. But, these two females in question were girls, and girls were something that Angel was not in the mood for.

The man at his side was still jawflapping, which made Angel keep his eyes on the crowd further more. Bringing his sights back on the girls, he noticed them sending worried looks to their side, as if someone was worrying them or they spotted someone they knew. Angel rose his brow, following their eyes. When his own landed upon what the duo’s eyes had been landing upon, Angel couldn’t help but smirk. There stood a woman – a full-blooded woman, with looks that could kill any motherfucker that dare approach her in this club. She was too far away to get exact detail, but from the looks of it, she had on quite the alluring attire. But, what girl didn’t in a place like this? One thing was for sure – she flaunted her attire better than any other in the club. Angel licked his lips, taking another swig of his laced screwdriver, eyes still lingering on the woman. ”Who are you – Oh. shit – what a looker she is, eh?” Realizing that his company noticed Angel’s absence from the conversation, he growled under his breath. The man was becoming quite a nuisance – no wonder Angel usually kept his interactions with him back home brief.

”Bet she’d look good on all fours –“ Angel adjusted his jaw, turning to the man, smirking a bit. ”You sick fuck – you haven’t even got that good of a look of her yet, and your already fantasizing about how she’d fuck on all fours – good god.” The man laughed and laughed in a seductive tone. ”My boy – you are still young yet, and you seem to take them as they come – to a certain extent. Here – watch how a true pro gets laid.” With that, the man left Angel, leaving his money, as if he were planning on leaving with the woman. Angel raised his brow, turning in his seat, watching the man’s efforts. The man was in his 40’s – at least 45-, and, now that Angel remembered, thought he was a pro at picking up women. The twist of it all? The little shit was married, with children. But, Angel knew he was no saint that had right to call him out, so, he stood aside and watched him as he approached the woman, wondering what sort of scene he would see from them both.