Getting in the elevator you almost didn't turn back to face the two Vee's. Your nerves almost getting the better of you. But if you didn't turn you just knew that would be a win for them. So, you straighten your spine, mentally pull your big girl panties up and turn as gracefully as you can with your best award winning smile to face them both.
The two predatory smirks and narrowed eyes directed at you made your dead heart thump in your chest.
You were so fucked!
So, the entire taxi ride to the club you and Angel didn't say a word to each other, a few awkward glances here and there but not a word. You watched out the corner of your eye him open and close his mouth various times as if to say something and then stop themselves. After the sixth time it was starting to wind you up.
Finally reaching the club you both make your way to your usual booth; waving over at the bartender and point to the vodka bottles behind them – your usual poison on nights out with Angel. Something was telling you that you'd be needing it more tonight. Waiting until you both had a full glass you down it in one, wincing at the sting before pouring yourself another. Catching Angel open and close his mouth again you grumble under your breath.
"Right Angel, cut the bullshit what the fuck was that back there?" Leaning back against your chair your narrowed gaze focused on the squirming demon in front.
"What do you mean what the fuck? What the fuck was with you flirtin' with the Vee's?" Crossing his arms defensively, glaring right back at you.
"Like fuck I was flirting! If you hadn't noticed I was trying to escape some very unwanted advances. Which, by the way, only happened because you invited me up there in the first place!" You knocked back another glass of vodka. Wincing again you try to push down the small bit of guilt that was rising. You knew it wasn't Angel's fault that Vox and Valentino had acted like they did. And sure, maybe you did flirt a little bit back with them, but it was mainly out of self-preservation. Only a tiny bit was because you thought they were a hot and what girl doesn't like a bit of attention off rich and charismatic demons? Especially when you knew you shouldn't like the attention.
The conflicted look that graced Angel's face made you take notice. Pouring two drinks for you both, pushing his glass towards him you ask: "what is with the face sugar?" Pulling at his bow tie he grimaced before necking his drink then taking your full one from your hand and finishing that one too. Rude.
"That isn't exactly the way it went down Y/n", gesturing for you to pour another round you do so but with a slight frown. What did he mean? Deciding to sip on his next drink he sighed after a moment, avoiding your eyes he admitted: "I didn't wanna invite you up there Y/n, but Val asked me too – turns out Vox wanted to meet you".
The drink you were sipping managed to catch in the middle of your throat, holding a hand up to your mouth you started to cough up the vodka. Eyes watering and confusion bubbling you banged on your chest with your other hand. Angel quickly sat beside you giving your back a swift tap to help dislodge the liquid. After a few moments you managed to catch your breath, turning in the seat to focus on Angel, pushing your drink back on the table.
"He what? Vox wanted to meet me?"
Angel wiped a few of the escaped tears off your cheeks with his gloved fingers, a crooked smile on his face, "yeeep, weird right?" Just a tad.
"Hang on. So let me get this crystal clear. Vox asked Val to tell you to invite me up to the Vee tower all because he wanted to meet me?"
Nodding he slips your now full glass back in your hand. Huh. It was weird.
"Well yeah sugar tits, did no red flags go up when I asked you to come considering how much I bitch about Val?" A sheepish grin tugs the corner of your lips as you shrug at Angel, even when you were alive you were an idiot for ignoring red flags. "Look babe, all I know – and you didn't hear this from me – is that Vox heard you singing on Alastor's show and wanted to know who you were. Val managed to rub two brain cells together and figured out that I knew you and when Vox asked him, he then came to me and demanded that I get you to the tower somehow. I'm sorry Y/n I didn't know what they were gonna do and I should have found a way to warn you or said no some more, but you know how Val is and I ju"-
Holding up your hand to stop him talking, you processed all the information. Knowing Valentino, he wouldn't have given Angel an option to say no especially with that damn contract they had. The logical thought here was Vox probably just wanted to see if you were a threat as you were connected to Alastor – the Radio Demon – both had an extreme dislike towards one another. So it was reasonable to believe he was just checking out the competition. The illogical (and wishful thinking) part was that he wanted you for other reasons other than seeing if you were a threat, instead just wanting you for and in nefarious different ways. Pushing that thought aside for later you realised you had been quiet for a few minutes and Angel was starting to panic.
Giving his hand a gentle squeeze to stop the panic "you do not have to apologise Angel; I know if you could have prevented me from going there you would have. You are bound by your contract; I don't hold you responsible at all. Plus, they are the Vee's, they'd have found another way to meet me and could be that wouldn't have gone quite so smoothly".
A relieved sigh heaved from his chest, a small smile was back on his face, glad your friend was feeling better you sipped at your drink checking the demons out around you before Angel's voice caught your attention again.
"Just becareful Y/n. You know you can't trust them as far as you can throw them", his no-nonsense look made a smile twitch at the corner of your lips. Isn't that basically everyone in hell? Well, everyone apart from dear Princess Charlie.
"Gorgeous do I look that stupid? I ain't about to go looking for trouble so don't you worry about me, plus I think they'll leave me be now. They've met me, mystery over, they'll be bored and hopefully will find some other poor fool to stalk" you reason while finishing your drink.
An unimpressed Angel snorted at that. And to be honest, you were unimpressed with yourself too as you didn't even believe your own bullshit. Remembering the sparks that came from Vox's claws on your hips, or the powerful grip of Valentino on your chin … yeah you could only pray that they would leave you alone. But somehow you couldn't quite see that happening.
Could you?
A small vibrate coming from your phone captured your attention, pulling it out of your purse you glance up as Angel goes up to the bar to either get more drinks or drugs. Glaring daggers at a demon who bumped into your table with their drunkenness you bare your fangs before they even open their mouth to say some drivel that you probably have heard hundreds of times before. Drunken idiots were the same in hell as they were on Earth. Opening your phone you are pretty sure you had lost your eyebrows up into your hairline.
Your notifications had gone crazy. Confused you drag open Sintagram to see you had suddenly gained thousands of follows and likes. What the fuck? Not that you were complaining but what the hell. Angel returned to the table with a cup of pills and a bottle of whiskey. Before he could sit you grabbed his hand and shoved your phone into it.
"What now?" Gesturing to the notifications he started to laugh. "Ooooh sugar, finally you are reaching my level of stardom so what did ya do? Show those glorious tits finally on here? Accidental nip slip? Not so accidental nip-slip?" His chuckles became louder as your cheeks got redder.
"No nothing like that, or I hope to Hell that I didn't on my last post!" Going to grab your phone, Angel shoved you back in your chair as he started flicking through your notifications. Grumbling in defeat you grab the bottle of whiskey and pour yourself a shot. You'd drink yourself to death, but you stayed away from the drugs here – you took a purple pill when you first came to hell and couldn't move for nearly a week.
"Welllllll… it's no nip slip", a sly smirk was tugging at his lips, and he popped a pill into his mouth. Pouring another shot of whiskey, you raise your eyebrows up in question. "Seems like it's not just the two Vee's attention you managed to grab". Frowning you take your phone off the now smug demon. You paused in shock when you see.
Seems Velvette had tagged your photo on her story with the hashtag #newmodel? Flicking your gaze back up to an amused Angel.
"Well toots … you might as well collect all three than just two. Here's to you babe - you are so fucked". He raised his glass. Raising your own you blink in shock.
Fucked was right.