#but i do know that angel would be egotistical enough to choose it purely bc it had his name in it lol

[angie-long-legs-moved]

@top-shelf-tender

"My room. Balcony. 8pm."

The Ace of Hearts with its scrawled message was left on top of the bar, tucked beneath a bottle of Angel's Envy.

Its benefactor was there ahead of time, shifting nervously in his seat. He had agonised over tonight - as far as Husk was aware, Angel didn't even know it was his birthday, so it was possible this surprise of his would be less than appreciated. He didn't trust Alastor for a second to provide him with the any accurate information, and the man wasn't exactly known for his vast social circle. It had taken a trip to Cannibal Town to acost some old lady Husk mentioned having an amicable relationship with to finally uncover the actual date, and Angel had left with an earful about how she'd turn him into spider stew if he broke the gambler's heart. Although, beneath her cantankerous demeanour, Angel could almost detect a hint of pride for her feline friend - as though she were happy for him. For a miserable hag who was also a cannibal, that was.

Angel had thought long and hard about how to celebrate. Husk would probably break it off with him there and then if he did something as gratuitous as throw him a surprise party, but what kind of festivities would he be up for? Husk liked drinking, sure. He liked gambling. He liked Angel.

So here Angel was, sitting at the table he had set up on his balcony, a decanter with some glasses set beside a couple of cigars, laying in wait for the man of the moment. Angel himself was scantily clad in a black babydoll dress that could barely be considered more than lingerie, the hem adorned with card suit symbols. It was the guys birthday, after all. Besides, Angel wasn't exactly known for his subtlety.

His heart fluttered at the sound of footsteps approaching. Fuck, he hoped this was a good idea.

He turned to greet his visitor with an amorous, inviting grin.

"Happy birthday, Whiskers."