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Angel never realized how hazy his vision was until the clank of his pink mini mirror that definitely wasn’t as loud outside of his head made his body jump harder than when he’s riding val. He made eye contact with himself in the pink mirror. Eyes flickering between the six other mirrors all lined with pink shine on the brightest setting to make up for the near completely dark room. The metaphorical rope tied to tight around him loosened enough to forget about while he lovely poke and prodded at his appearance.
God he loved this dress on him. The cleavage is hot angel wondered if he were truly completely gay after all. The extra padding is soft against his beautifully pink fur and oh how he loved the tempting nature of how it lays on the hem of his dress. He’d just finished drawing the heart under his eye. its perfectly drawn, small, delicate, and easy to see. It matched the black top of his dress as well. Black looked so fucking sexy on him. The sparkles made up for the lack of it in his eyes.
Theres no room for sparkle in his eyes when white hot pleasure and never ending lust made up for its absence his gaze. It’s a compromise he made with Val. ‘You have more sparkle and shine in your eyes than you’ll ever need down here mi amor, you need to show it off on the rest of you. Show hell how hot that light in you is baby.’
Angel recalls that night as he brushes through his titfur again. He loves seeing it bend at the will of the brush. So soft and willing… Just like how val held him then. Those words made him think that maybe god did love him. Maybe hell was the price he had to pay to spend his days in his strong arms. Love comes at a price after all. Hell isn't that bad with him in it. He gets the best ecstasy hell has to offer for basically free at his tiny dainty sexy pink fingertips.
Fingertips thats did their best work in-between Vals huge fangs. God he's horny now. Maybe a quicky before Val realizes how long he’s taking wont hurt. He’s almost done dolling himself up he can finish after he finishes.
Once again angel thinks god truly loves him as he realizes he has easy access to his dick with the high slit dress. Angel stands from his cum stained pink stool. knocking over all his different overpriced cosmetics and made a dirty face at himself in the mirror as he began to pump his semi hard dick.
Angel doesn't have to imagine Val’s hands on him; Sexy scented red smoke appears and plays with him in all his favorite places grabbing the hand on his dick to tighten his grip and speed up his pace. Hazy vision revisits him as his eyes roll back into his perfectly empty skull and all angel knows is pleasure and pain as his hips rocket wildly into his vanity table.
Its not just phantom touch that assists angels jackoff, his voice fills the vast wasteland of his mind and fills the biggest gaps with sweet nothings and praise. It tells him all Val’s favorite features of him. His doll like eyes, his ass freckles, his six arms, his gold tooth and so so so much more so many tiny aspects of himself angel used to hate are his favorite persons favorite thing about his favorite slut.
Val’s voice begins to layer on itself two different voices speaking to him at once which isn’t something that’s happened before. Angel tries and fails to pares through the different voices. One of them is considerably louder than the other why-
“ANGEL WHY AREN'T YOU READY YET?!”
And everything stops. The rope thats no longer metaphorical wraps almost as tightly around him yet it’s harder to move away from when val is towering over him.
“Shit- baby i’m sorry I got distracted- I was thinkng about you and-!! look just give me-!”
“What time is it?” Val’s using his inside voice now. But not the deceptively kind one that gets into angels head and sticks to the cracks in his skull. The voice thats still mad but not ‘your about to get your teeth knocked out’ mad.
Frantically angel tries to remember where he had thrown his phone. Then realizes he doesn’t remember anything before he snapped out of his stupor.
Without warning the wind is knocked out of angel and val lets him fall forward on his face. A second later val somehow managed to find the fucking thing without struggle. but thats not surprising, Val can sniff a phone out of his ass if he thought it was in there.
And it was.Once.
“What dose the time say angel.”
“3:45 val.”
“And what time were we supposed to be already out of the district?”
“3:15”
And back up into Val’s irresistibly sturdy grip angel went. Now angels feet hung behind Val as Angel wrapped his legs around his torso. Val’s right bottom hand squeezed angels ass just right and angel wrapped his arms around Val's addictingly soft neck fur. If Val weren't pissed at him he'd bury his face in it.
Val took the back of angels head into his right top hand and brought it close to him. “Did you really spend all this time getting off in here?”
Angel almost didn’t hear Val’s question over the shine of Val’s gold tooth. He swears it’s calling for him. But val hates being ignored. “Noo Val baby I promise I was getting my myself sooo pretty for you…For the most part at least.” He let out a sly chuckle at the end to try to placate val.
“But angel. Sweetheart. Your late for your own show. We might as well stay here and not go out at all.” It worked. Mostly. But angel really doesn’t wanna stay inside. Mostly because Cherri’s expecting him to be out tonight. Of course he cant tell val that.
“Ooh baby i’m sorry..!” And pouts and puts on a show of being regretful. He was actually really looking forward to that performance. He had a song he wrote himself with choreography he made himself and wanted to show it off. Fuck. That show ment a lot to him. He wont get the chance for it again for…A long time. He doesn’t get to sing-especially at such nice places -especially not his own songs that include choreography unless theres a random unexpected opening in not just angels schedule but the venues either. Then he has To convince val its worth his time to preform instead of work the street.
Those opportunities don’t grow on trees. He might nit ever get the chance to again for no showing. God dammit why did he do that??
If angel didn’t go out tonight he’d either work a double shift on the street or he’d be forced to review Vals inane porn ideas all god damn night. No. angel needs a break. desperately.
“You know you cant leave me alone to long val i get horny when i’m alone… But, your reservation isn’t expired yet, how about we still go, and I make you back all the money you lost playing cards ok? Thats fun for both of right?” He supported his point with a short but sweet kiss and batted his lashes at him.
“I lost money? You lost me money!?” Fuck Fuck Fuck
“No! No! What I ment was I can make you more money in the luck district!!! Who said anything about losing?”
“You did!!”
“I probably said something like losing my mind while you’re fucking me on the poker table in front of the whole casino.” Works every time.
Vals eyes light up the angel searches for a reflection of his dress in his eyes but doesn't see anything in eyes. He never does.
“thats the hottest thing ive ever heard we’re doing it right now!!”
“we gotta get there first baby!”
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The air of the casino made angels fur sway like he was flying. Functionally the same as Vox's corner of the tower just lacking the nearly deadly voltage shock when you walk too slowly. Here the electricity made angels chest feel like it had a beating heart again. Thinking about it, angel think thats purposeful. And fucking ingenious.
The place wasn't perfect though, its a little insane, angel thinks, that he is the one saying this as a demon that lives in the entertainment district, but it place might be the single most over stimulating spot in all of hell. The outside of the casino just on its own is god awful. How this overlord came to be one of the most powerful with such horrid architecture he’ll never know. Cannibal town looks better than this.
“Where are the poker tables?” Angel had long grown immune to Val’s stupid ass questions. He cant see, thats not his fault. And he knew exactly how to maneuver around val when he wanted something. And right now that something was cherri.
“Let me find them for you baby! Just find the bar and i’ll get back to you alright?” A long electrifying kiss that had angel hard again despite the mind melting orgasms they had in the car had the two off in different directions.
Angel didn't like to admit to himself-especially while working-technically; How it felt to become a completely different demon when he wasn't under Val's gaze anymore. when he knew he bought time for himself to be himself. His only comfort is that at least most of the time, those moments were when he was with the only demon he hell he could trust. No matter what state his fucked up brain was in.
He found her at a slot machine and ran up behind her. When he got close enough and her body began to turn, no doubt she thinks someone is trying to attack her he grabs her wrist and pulls her into a hug.
“Angie you fucking liar where were you?? Did val change plans or something what happened to preforming?? I was excited to hear the song!! I’ve been bored as fuck over here without you!” Angel buried his face in her pony tail and she squeezed the shit out if him.
“i'm sorry baby I completely forgot I was doing the show I don't know ai just blanked and suddenly I was fucking myself on my vanity table and almost an hour passed. I’m so pissed off about it.” Angel felt his mood take a hard hit knowing he flaked on cherri. He looks toward the stage and some ugly random with half his talent is stealing his spotlight. Fuck him. Angel should play a game with him and take everything he's got.
“Hey, Hey! Angel!!” She snaps her fingers at him. “I refuse to let you fuck up your mood ok? You still made it out here!! And you look sexy as fuck whats there to be sad about? You’ve got all eternity to get that song out there ok? Come on lets find a less boring game.”
Angel wouldn't have made it this far without cherri. Save for sex and drugs shes the only thing that can pull him out of a bad mood. He’ll be grateful for that for eternity.
Cherri strong arms him through game after game after game never letting either of them stay in one place for too long or play the same game too many times. Partially because she gets really bored really quickly and its a strategy the two came up with to lay low. It wont work quite as well tonight, angel isn't wearing anything yellow like he usually does when he swindles Val into bringing him here just so he can spend the night with cherri. Usually the plan is to stay on the move while angel blends into the walls and sea of other people while staying either wherever val isn't looking or as close to the far wall as possible.
Val hates cherri because he knows cherri wants angel to just shoot val already and fuck off. Despite angel telling her over and over its not that simple. Being caught with her was always a ‘Your completely fucked’ kind of situation. But angel needed a break. And he missed cherri. They haven't seen each other or talked outside of messages on a phone val didn't know he had since the last time they were caught together.
Angel never expected to get away with his night out with cherri. He wasn't surprised when a cloud of pink smoke sent them both falling on their ass. Actually his first thought wasn't ‘Fuck we were caught’ His first thought was ‘cherri better not try to stick around.’ He immediately shooed her away- correction
Tried.
Val yanked angel up in the air by his bodice. Yhe whole thing almost falls off of him when it rips from the side.
“YOU ARE GOING TO LEARN-“
Suddenly theres a second burst of smoke and the whole fucking casino screeches to a halt. Sinners who haven't looked up from there spiral into further debt in decades snapped behind angel and cherri. Her eyes are behind him to. Val looks like he’s seeing clearly again for the first time since he died. No doubt completely forgetting about cherri hell val forgot about angel nearing trampling over him to get to this guy.
Val wasn't the only one with that idea. The ground shook as demons clamored after the overlord. instinctually angel’s left bottom two arms reached for cherri as his right two reached for his guns. Shifting his legs he bent down and locked eyes toward an escape.
But before he could blink he wasn't seconds away from escaping throw a window. Dissapointing. he planned on disappearing with cherri for a few days.
Actually, angel did disappear. Cherris still on his arm so he doubts he’s been kidnapped. Still he holds his gun close to him.
Taking in his surroundings angel sees two identical brown sofas facing each other. Expensive leather temps him to sit down and pose in increasingly sexy gestures just to admire himself. The throw pillows tempt him to take a power nap. But a whore never sleeps so angel tears his eyes away to look elsewhere.
Theres a small coffee table with anything but coffee on it. Cherri must have noticed it at the same time as she dive toward them to stuff six in her bra, offer angel one and chug one of her own.
It goes in angels fur as he turns to the rest of the office. Before he can finish turning his eyes fly open.
He's awestruck by the a stage directly behind him. Angels eyes dart all around noticing the colors match his fur and dress. It’s even got an engraved stripper pole thats the prettiest metal he’s ever seen.
If he could fit that in his tits and run away with it…
Theres even spider decor. Holy fuck.
“Angel. you’re getting bought tonight.” And God. Her voice drips with the sound of a huge smile.
They’ve talked about the idea of “freedom” for angel. All the time. Usually angel imagines Val pushes Vox too far one day and the asshole finally kills him. But he also imagines Vox kills him next. He knows the bastard doesn't like him. he thinks if val were killed he’d let Vox kill him. What else does angel have if not val?
Angel looks at his torn dress. Fuck he’ll be worth less with that. He doesn’t have any makeup on him fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
“angel shut the fuck up I can hear your thoughts. Take this” She open her hand.
Xanax oh thank fuck. The swallows them dry.
“Thanks baby but thats not happening tonight. This guy just wants to play a game or two with Val he wouldn't let me go that easy. You know that.”
“But you don’t know he wont try! Angel he clearly wants you look at that stage! I know you don't know the guy but the overlord of luck gets what he wants. Trust me.”
Angel always gets so caught up in the fantasy of freedom until he thinks about what he’ll do once he gets it. The thought never fails to send him into a panic attack that wont settle until Val is balls deep and filling him. It’s the only thing that makes his head truly quiet.
The thought isn’t getting him going this time when his attention is redirected to a giant card spinning in front of the two of them. In an instant the overlord appeared before them.
“I apologize for the wait. Valentino is a hassle. iv’e assured him i’ll give you back Shortly. And to you” He shifts his gaze to cherri. “I apologize for trapping you up here that wasn't my intention.” He prepares to snap her away when they both stop him.
“What?? Fuck no i’m not leaving!!”
“Shes staying here or i’m going.”
“Alight then.” The man gestures to the empty coffee table. “you've made yourself at home I see.”
“Got a problem?” She challenges him.
“No, no, in fact-“ He snaps his fingers and a wall to the side of them sides open revealing a wall of liquor.
The two demons mouths hang open before they help themselves without prompt. Once they’ve grabbed all they can hold they return their attention back to the overlord.
“You plan on telling us what you want? Why don’t you want Val here watching me? You gotta pay for this you know that right?” He pushes his chest fur together to emphasize his words. The overlords eyes dilate at the action. “And theres a cuck fee.” He points to cherri.
“I don't want that. I just want to play a few games with you. I noticed you didn’t show today. I want to make a deal; you win, Valentino gets a shiny new soul he can parade around. If I win I get a private show. With compensation of course.” He holds out his hand and angel is momentarily lost in its yellow glow.
“What are we playing? What kind of private show? how private? Cherri stays. Cash upfront.”
“Blackjack. I want the song you were going to preform tonight. No sex. Cherri can stay but cheating renders the deal null and void and val and all of his souls now and forever will be banned from the district. How much do I owe you?”
Angels never been paid to serenade someone before. Technically. He’s had many a client request he sang while they fucked him but never just a song. Unless…
“What do you consider sex?”
“Penetration. But i’m not requesting physical intimacy of any kind. I just wanna watch. I’m a bit of voyeur if it ain’t obvious already.”
Angel always wondered why watching turns these people on so much. But this isn’t prostitution so angel thinks the price to he paid to book a time-slot here would be fair.
“Alright. Its a deal you owe me 7200, cuck fee being an extra 800.” Its angels turn to hold out his hand.
When he hands him the money before angel can move his hand to count it the stack starts to give off a magical aura that explodes in his hand. “The fuck was that??”
“That seals the deal. No need to shake.”
Freaky Wierd ass fucking overlord magic.
“Alright where are we doing this?”
Behind the two of them, the coffee table disappears behind a plume of yellow smoke. In its place a table to play on.
The two make there way over to the table. a stool on angels side rises from the ground. “Aww how nice of you.”
“Of course doll.”
Angel watches the overlord reach somewhere for a deck when angel pulls out a stack if his own. A Spanish deck thats made him tens of thousands over the years and got him out of the hole countless times.
”Here I don’t play anyones decks but my own.”
“understood, I hope you don’t think this is helping your odds. what will help is...” He smirks, not finishing his sentence. He pulls the deck up to his face and blows on it as if its dice.
“If I wanted your hot breath on something of mine I would've spread my legs for it. my deck is stacked enough on its own.”
The overlord chuckles sarcastically. “You don't think you need luck? be my guest then”
“Id love to sir” angel breathes into his words. leaning over the table and reaching an arm out to him. “If you'd start the game first.”
“If you pull your cards out of your bra we can.”
Not wanting to visibly startle angel hid his surprise when at that moment he felt something hard—
Not like that
an uncomfortable shape against his chest fur. He pulled his hand back toward him and with a look of suspicion on his face fished around for anything foreign.
Cards.
How the fuck?
Angel scoffs. Not letting his surprise show. “you sure you don't want inside this dress baby? If its permission your looking for-“
“Its just a trick doll. Nothing more. Lets start the game I don’t want to keep you here to long.
Angel doesn't believe this flirty magician for a second. But its nothing angels going to waste energy worrying about that.
Angel thinks this type is called a “nice guy” these days. Who cares he’ll be out of his hair in a few hours and he’ll never have to think about him again.
Unless the asshole gets attached and becomes he's next best client. it wouldn't be the worst thing. he's hot. really fucking hot actually, Maybe angel should encourage him to stick around.
Angel holds his cards close to his face in a fan shape. Looking above the cards through his lashes as his bottom eyes assess his hand.
He's got a solid stack. Of course he doesn’t let it show on his face. He just blinks oh so slowly as he stares into those yellow and black eyes.
The back and forth of cards force angel to put everything else in his head on pause. Is this how gambling addictions start? Its sure as hell what got him addicted to cocaine. He wouldn't trade coke for anything so this will have to stay a hobby.
Of course, angels playing with the owner of the joint. He wont blame himself for losing his good cards. He keeps his face neutral. A soft inviting smile, relaxed shoulders, loose arms and bedroom eyes.
Actually, that Xannys kicking in. Perfect time.
Hell starts to sway with angel as he sways whenever angel reaches for his cards. Angel starts to care less and less about whatever the cards mean and focuses on how many sexy ways can he slide his cards on the desk.
“You paying attention to the game? You been looking in my eyes for the last ten minutes”
“I’d rather pay attention to you” whatever that means.
“Think you should pay attention to how you just lost.” He reveals his cards. Who knows how long it took for angel to parse what those combinations of cards means.
“That was so fucking lame angel! I know you play better than that bitch whats the holdup?
Through the comfy haze of inebriation angel remembers he’s just lost so much fucking money for val.
There goes his high.
Before he can think through his decision, angel takes a long swig of whatever he’s drinking. Looks like angels gonna run away after all. Val might not forget about this in a month. Or two. All after he just got back on his good side. Fuck he needs another Xanny.
“Maybe if you spent less time undressing me with your eyes this Wouldnt have happened.”
Desperately angel wants to curse him out. but angel is still on the clock even if he’s not fucking. Even if he’s off today. he’s networking. And if val gets wind he was rude to a potential customer val will make him regret it.
“Now how are you gonna tell a slut like me to take his eyes off a catch like you? You knew I couldn’t win when you’re staring at me with those eyes.”
“You could’ve backed out at any time doll.”
Smile. Just. Smile. Fuck this guy. He cant just back out. They made a deal.
“Well it’s a little late for that now isn't it? I gotta dance for you now.” He gets up slowly. Muscle memory has his arms subtly but noticeably running up and down his body. Usually to draw attention to angels tits and barely there waist. Now only highlighting the rips and scrapes.
“Don’t suppose you have a needle and thread somewhere here, or another dress entirely? This one ripped.” Angel bends at the waist, shoving his exposed fluff in his face. His eyes linger for a moment before he makes eye contact.
“I got needle and thread. First draw on the left.” He gestures to his desk.
“Thank you baby.” Angel winks at him.
Looking through the drawer he finds what he's looking for. “Got a bathroom around here?”
He points behind him. Cherri follows him inside.
“You know what would be fucking hilarious?” Cherri asks once he gives her the needle and thread.
“Do not fill this bathroom with bombs cherri i’m already on thin ice.”
“Aww just one or two?”
“I’m gonna drop you off in the doomsday district I swear to satan”
She giggles. Angel smirks and rolls his eyes.
Once done the dress is better than before. no longer perfect. But fuck. Its good enough.
“Got anything else on ya baby?” Angel asks with his hand out.
Cherri checks her cherris and pulls out another pill. “My last xanny, which is mine-“
He snatches it from her hands she isn’t fast enough to grab it back but she gets his wrist and wrenching it back down toward her. His left middle arm grabs her hand trying to pry it off his wrist and his right middle arm grabs the pill out of his hand and raises it above her head.
She kicks his stomach and it sends angel to the ground “ow-bitch-!” She gets on top of him and angel turns on his stomach and shoved the pill in his mouth. Too late cherri restrains his arms behind him. Only to find the pill gone.
“God damn it Angie!” she shoves him down.
“The fucking stitches probably came out.” angel checks his dress. They Didnt. Thank fuck.
“You owe me.” She huffs looking away from him.
“You know i pay you back every time.” He hugs her.
Stepping out of the bathroom the man looks at him confused. “The hell are yall doing in there??”
“Fucking. dont worry about it.”
Finally stepping out looking brand new angel slips on a naughty smile like his favorite stockings as he slowly, but not too slow, saunters toward the overlord. He wanted to know if his fur was as soft as it looked so he gave his chin a playful scratch as he walks past him and to the stage. His shoes clink an ugly noise on the stage floor. He prepared for this, his stockings are opaque so he has no problem taking his shoes off.
Music begins to play and angles hips sway to the beat reflexively. His lowest set of hands carefully ghost up his thighs as his highest sit at his waist until he reaches the pole. Gripping it tight and pumping the entire length of his arms up and down and back up again he begins to sing.
Angel is deeply in love with his voice. It rivals his feelings for Valintino at times. he adores the effect it has on men. that dropped shoulders, glossy but focused stare, hard cock effect.
Not to mention the notes longer than his legs that he slides down the pole in a split to. He lies his upper body to the ground and leans his head back to him. With his tongue out angel can pretend he’s sucking him off from behind. Angel takes this guy for the type to be into seeing angel hard on the stage. He pumps his dick upward seemingly grinding it on the pole.
Bingo. his eyes dilate again when he notices. He wants him. He’s playing with angel. Self righteous prick.
All the fuss angel put into carefully choosing what to wear only to rip it stitch it up then slowly strip for an audience of two. If he weren’t focused on undressing that hunk of meat and fluff in front of him with his eyes he’d laugh. The first to go are his gloves. Which he throws at him. He catches all four in one hand and holds them close. Angel sneaks a quick appreciated look at him before turning his back dropping nearly to the floor and bouncing his ass up and down.
Next off his body would be his stockings. he waves the side of his dress to the tempo of his voice, giving husk a peak at under his dress. Just lace panties as a glance into what will be all he’s wearing in the extremely near future.
Stepping to the front of the stage angel gives his fluff a hefty squeeze and lift before teasingly slowly pulling it down. All he can do have faith he wont pull anything apart.
As he fully undresses himself the lights dim around them and angels fur lights up in a pattern he knows like the back of ass. His vision becomes hot pink as his eyes shine exactly that color.
More and more light brightens the now very dim room. Stepping out of the pile his dress is now he’s nearly bare. Angel tugs at the hem of his panties and the slap back in his body is heard over the song.
Which is very nearly over.
“cause you cant help needing to believe in finding what you seek”
Angel hops off the stage. His smaller eyes open to sense his location as he prepares to pounce.
Fuck whatever he said before. This asshole wants him more than anything if that massive boner has anything to say about it.
till you break your losing- Angel drops to his knees. If he were a worse actor and whore he’d chuckle at how it only put him eye level to the man. Angel places all six of his hands on him. Very bottom on his belt buckle, middle on his waist and top cupping his face. He leans in for a kiss.
Pink vision still on he didn't see the other mans own hand coming toward his face. Which led to a makeout session with his palm. Angel cant hide how embarrassed he felt that he didn't notice that wasn't his lips for so long.
“Dont like lip to lip or something? Thats fine, I like lip to dick better anyway.”
“Do hornyness give you short term memory, I don't want sex. Just a show. and I got that. and more.”
Angels eye twitches. Damn his high tolerance he needs something hard before his mood makes him do something risky.
“Come on baby… i can see your mini me begging for your choice of my holes.”
“Yeah but macro me wants another drink. Look you did all you needed to do you can leave now.”
Angels face completely drops. There are times where angel convinced himself his client truly fell for him and felt betrayed when he found the truth. many times.
But never. Has he felt as used and thrown away as he does now. “What the hell is your problem.”
Damnit. Its time to leave before he gets the shit smack out of him. Angels isn’t going to wait around to see why the fucker hasn’t responded. Or why he’s looking at him like he can read him. “Never fucking mind I don’t care.”
“Im not into getting intimate with prostitutes. Off principle.”
God is testing him what the fuck. “What the hell are you talking about. Do you know where you are?”
“Hell, i’m aware, Dont mean I gotta exploit people like you.”
“So you’ll do creepy shit like hold them hostage to dance and sing for you? Make them rub their dick on a stripper pole for you? Strip in front of you because you’re stronger than them and cant say no? Thats not wrong or predatory at all?” Angel needs a line. Now.
“You could’ve said no at any time you aren’t hostage at all?!” The fucker has the nerve to sit up in chair like he’s he thinks he’s stupid.
Fuck it Fuck it Fuck it. He’s right. Angels job is done. Don’t respond. Just put your clothes on and leave. He throws on his dress not caring if its on him properly or ripped. He walks over to the bathroom to find cherri smoking something or other.
“cherri come on we’re leaving. And where the fuck did you get that pipe?”
“In his desk. I heard him by the way. Want me to blow us out of here?” The bomb is alright lit.
“I fucking love you girl.” A smile lights up his face as the two run out of the bathroom like mad men and cherri throws the bomb in a random direction.
Angel wont notice until later he left his shoes near the stage. Now he’s on the run from two overlords.