Angel Dust

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It doesn't take Angel long to get himself ready, the promise of a good fix more of a draw than the money in that moment. Val's limo is gone almost as soon as he's stepped out, and he huffs, straightening his skirt and tousling his hair as he approach the motel. He double checks the address to see which door he should be knocking on, heels clicking as he approaches, smile all ready in place in case he's being watched from inside.

His fingers rap on the door, casually flipping off a seedy interloper who tries to catcall. He's on the clock with someone else.

[ooc: reply in preferred writing style and i'm happy to match <3]