Angel Dust

Time seems to pass in a blink, and Anthony starts into consciousness with a panicked look.

Shit.

Even with the flirting, there's no way to spin this where he comes off innocent, and it's just the level of foolish fuck up he's sure his father's expecting. Ahead of schedule even.

The shame is evident, shifting to right himself. Is it better to stand or stay frozen in place? His eyes are still tinged with that high, and it's clearly making it hard to make rationale choices.

"...said ta make myself at home?" he offers, hoping he can charm his way out of this.