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Angel rolled his eyes - wearily and just barely, but he did - when Winnie chided him. "You're jealous." He muttered. Just because she never got laid didn't mean she was allowed to keep other people from getting laid. Besides, this wasn't the worst thing he'd ever done.

Limply, he let Rocky slip his shirt onto him. It hung more like a dress than anything, and Angel's hair soaked a damp patch into the back of it.

"Don't touch my hair." He said with no real conviction, more out of habit than anything. It was already wet and ruffled and all sorts of tangled.

He stared back blankly at Winnie- he hadn't really thought this out past sex on the beach. Which, actually, he could go for a drink right now. "Is there any more beer?" That would fix everything.

Perking up at the mention of new clothes, he grinned at Rocky. And they hadn't even actually slept together. It was like working without actually working. What a gentleman.

"And you ruined everything." He said to Winnie, forgetting that nobody else was following his exact train of thought. Probably.

Rocky stared at the girl, cracked a smirk, then began to laugh at her as if she'd just told the funniest joke on the face of the planet.

"Excuse me? I'm afraid I misheard you, Miss, but did you just say that you'd be ridin' in my truck?" Rocky asked, tapping himself on the chest to further his point. "You came out here all by yourself, you're not gettin' any of my beer, and I sure as hell ain't lettin' you in my truck. I know you don't like me and let me tell ya, the feelin's mutual, but I'm not a little kid anymore. I don't need a mama to come around and keep an eye on me. I'm pretty sure that Angel feels the same," he assumed as he glanced over to look at Angel.

Rocky knew he wasn't being entirely all that kind, but he was cold, half drunk, his hair was sticky and wet, not to mention he was frustrated, then here came this girl out of nowhere trying to push her weight around as if she were the queen.

Hell no; he wasn't going to accept that.

"I'm sorry, but your little tirade here? Actin' like you got some kinda authority over either one of us? It's gettin' a little stale. So how 'bout you turn around and head back the way ya came, hmm? I'd be mighty appreciative if ya did," Rocky finished, twirling his finger in a circle towards the general direction opposite of him and Angel.

Talk about that Sarcastic Southern Charm. He was laying it on real thick.

Lips pressed together, aiding in holding her tongue back. She felt a vein under her eye twitch incessantly, and her head throbbed. Great time for a migraine, best time. She wiped a hand weakly over her face.

Winnie was too damn tired from the rest of today's bullshit. Maybe she had gone too far? She couldn't tell, she was so done she didn't even care anymore. "Okay, alright!" Her voice was level and bordering on quiet. Yes, for once, she was backing off. What was the point?

Her resolve to get him back somewhere warm was gone, two against one and she it wasn't like she would literally fight with Angel. Her weight shifted from leg to leg and they reluctantly started to walk. Before leaving, she shot a blank look at Angel. "If you end up in a ditch somewhere I'm gonna be really sad." With that she started off again, what was she going to do now? Go to a bar and start a fight? Go home and talk to someone? It wasn't like she had an extensive list of friends to talk to, and Angel was the one she was closet to.

Okay, so blank looks weren't her thing and in one last fit of rage, she chucked the shoes at them. "Angel you're the stupidest piece of shit ever! I don't know why I even try with you!" Winnie's voice would have carried if she was farther away, but she still was relatively close so her scream was definitely heard.

"Go have fun yeah! Get even more shitfaced and have a blast with that asshole! See if I drop off any more cookies you ungrateful fuck!" Stomping away in sand was hard, but she managed. Her intentions now were clear, she'd go start some shit somewhere and maybe even have a drink. Go test out Angel's idea of a fun time. Yes, Winnie was just full of great ideas.

ANGEL ALESSI ROCKY VANCE

Angel wasn't one to care of what other people thought, though maybe he cared just a bit when those other people were what he'd consider close friends. Only a bit, though.

He knew she was trying to make him feel bad, though, and so he refused to feel bad. And as for ending up dead in a ditch somewhere, well, the idea of Angel living into his old age and dying peacefully in his sleep was a laughable one. He didn't think of the future much anyways. Angel lived in the moment, and in this moment he was cold and he was pissed.

"Yeah maybe I will!" He shouted back, sputtering at the spray of sand when Winnie's shoe struck.

Spitting into the sand, he wiped his mouth then looked up at Rocky. He scowled - it seemed pretty clear what he was feeling.

"Next time, I'm just coming over to your place."