drop me a smiley face if you’re game to get this on Friday
request: Angel gets in a jealous fight over a friend because he can’t man up and admit his feelings.
“It needs stitches,” you note placing the bloodied cloth back in place against the gash above Angel’s brow.
“No one thought he’d try and bust a bottle open on my head.” Angel’s gaze drifts over your shoulder to where just a few minutes ago he was touseling by the knocked over tables. "What a bitch mov-”