Poor Vaggie, for the next hour or two, she couldn't bring herself to touch, speak to, or even look at Angel. She just sat six feet away from him on the beach with a seemingly permanent expression of horror on her face. She had soaked her foot in the ocean and scrubbed it til it was raw but she still felt so filthy. This was by far the most humiliating experience of her life. She still couldn't believe that she actually allowed Angel to urinate on her foot in order to ease the pain of a jellyfish string.

"You know it's actually not so bad." Angel called. "There are worse things that could have pissed on your foot."

She gave him a death glare.

"Okay poor choice of words." He replied awkwardly.

"Stop talking about it!" She snapped. "As far as we're both concerned, it never happened! Understand?!"

"Understood." He nodded nervously.

Angel then looked down at Vaggie's foot, to see if the swelling was going down and it was however that foot was extremely blistered. Blistered and bleeding a little.

"Geez how bad was that sting?" He asked. "I know jellyfish stings can be nasty but I never thought that they could cut through skin. Or did you step on a broken shell or something?"

"What are you talking about?"

She looked down at her foot and noticed the blood.

"Oh, that." She sighed. "I didn't cut myself. The shock of the string just reopened an old wound."

Angel then noticed that Vaggie's other foot, while not bleeding, was just as equally blistered.

"What the hell did you do to your feet?"

"I'm a professional dancer." She said. "Of course I'm going to get blisters on my feet."

"Well I know blisters is normal for dancers but this, they look like they should be amputated."

"I believe me, If I had the know how, I would amputate my left foot right now."

"I'm sorry about that but you did ask me to do it. Still, I'll make it up to ya."

"No amount of fish tacos will help me recover from this."

"No, it's a dinner theatre thing they have around here."

"You mean a stripper bar?"

"No. It's where you sit down to a nice dinner and while you eat, they put on a live dinner show about famous legends of the sea or something like that."

"Sounds like something you can't afford."

"You're right I can't but my friend can."

"And what makes you think he'll pay?"

"He's been asking me to see a theatrical show with him for years, says I need some real entertainment in my life. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to pay for our entry."

"I don't think so."

"But he's a celebrity. Sort of. Just ask anyone at the Claire De Lune."

That's when Vaggie remembered the agreement that she had made with Valentino. Use Angel to get to his friend who was the source of Rosie's sudden popularity. The idea of doing something so despicable made her sick to her stomach but it was for her freedom and Husk's. She'd have to put aside her morals and discomfort for the greater good.

"You're sure he'll be there?" She asked him.

"Yeah he'll be there and he'll pay for everything. We'll maybe not everything but whatever he doesn't pay for, I'll be able to cover for it."

"Well when you put it like that, how could I refuse? Now what day and what time is this dinner theatre thing?"

"I don't know yet. I'll have to check my schedule and his but I'll tell ya as soon as I get the deats."

"And what do you wear to this sort of thing?"

"Oh it's not fancy or anything. You can go casual."

"Alright then. Don't forget to inform me of the date and time."

"I won't. Now with that settled, you wanna go for a swim or something?"

"No thanks. I have to go home to wash my foot in alcohol and then soak it in boiling water."

"I don't think that will help with the sting."

"It's not for the jellyfish sting. It's for the remaining essence of your piss."

She glared at him again and then left. As soon as she was gone, Angel pulled out his cellphone and made a call to Alastor. At the moment he was out grocery shopping for tonight's dinner and trying to decide what would make a suitable meal. He wanted to make something special. Something that he didn't make very often. Something that was delicious and that he knew the girls would enjoy. But what?

Suddenly his intense thinking was interrupted by his phone ringing. He answered it and he was not very pleased with what the person on the other side asked him.

"Angel are you, as the Hawaiians would say, lolo? I am not paying for your latest sexual conquest."

"Okay first of all, stop saying conquest, nobody talks like that in this century. And second, Alastor I really need this, I think she's really starting to dig me."

"Then you pay for everything."

"Al you know I'm broke."

"And who's fault is that?"

"Come on, you've always wanted me to take an interest in theatre."

"Not when it comes out of my pocket."

"Alastor this isn't about sex for me. Okay it is but that's not what it's all about. I can't explain it, but she's different and I really wanna impress her. Help me out, please?"

Alastor sighed.

"Fine. I'll pay for the tickets and her meal, but you're paying for your own food."

"Deal."

"Also wouldn't having me there make me a third wheel?"

"Bring Charlie along. She'd probably love dinner theatre."

"What about Beth?"

"Oh God, please don't bring her! She always ruins my dates by spouting psycho babble about how sex is just a cover for people's deep rooted issues and that it can't lead to real happiness."

"Angel that was one time and it was five years ago."

"Well she scared my date into re-thinking his life and I never saw him again. Last I heard, he became a monk in Budapest. She didn't even know what sex was yet, how'd she come up with that crock of shit anyway?"

"Probably from one of those radio therapy sessions I used to open for. She would repeat whatever they said because she wanted to sound smart."

"Just don't bring her."

"Alright."

"And do you think you can ask her to watch Fat Nuggets that night?"

"Who?"

"Oh that's right, you don't know him. Well he's my pig."

"Your pig? What do you mean your pig? Is that slang for something?"

"No he's an actual pig."

"You mean a fat, dirty, gluttonous mammal that wallows in it's own filth?"

"Uh...That's one way to put it."

"No. I am not allowing a pig in my house."

"But Al-"

"No. Friendship is one thing but when it comes to my home and an animal, I draw the line. Ever since Beth's alligator incident, I have decided that no creature lacking human intelligence will enter my house."

"Okay. I'll find another sitter. So when do you want to do this?"

"How about tomorrow night? Five o'clock?"

"That works. Meet me at my house."

He hung up and continued with his decision making which lasted for another half hour. Finally he came up with the perfect dish and began purchasing all the ingredients necessary. On his way out of the market he spotted a beach gift shop next door that was having a sale on salt water taffy.

Now Alastor hated salt water taffy. It was too sweet, sticky, and made him feel like he had just put glue or rubber into his mouth. But Beth loved salt water taffy and since they were on vacation, Alastor didn't mind spoiling his sister a little.

Inside the shop was a huge array of beach themed nick-nacks. Sweatshirts, swimsuits, shorts, flip-flops, sandals, surf boards and boogie boards, beach toys, seashells, scented candles, and many more. A cute little establishment and he could see the appeal to others, but he had never been one for collectibles or nick-nacks. He planned to just buy the taffy and get out. He made his way over to the shelf where they were stacked up and grabbed a box but before he went to the check out counter, something else caught his eye. Something that he just couldn't pass over.