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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 17:11:02 GMT
August was very busy enjoying watching Angel's reaction, so the sudden chill and sticky misery spreading down his hair and shirt made him yell. He jumped out of his chair and shook his arms off as best he could, though the majority of it was hanging in his face in strands and on his shirt. Eugh, shit, what the fuck, what the fuck. "That little bitch..." August's eyes darted to the door where Angel's retreating form just ghosted out of. August got drinks dumped on him from time to time, but it truly was a pain. And he wasn't abut to take it from someone he only told the truth to. Fuck that. He darted after Angel, catching him a little ways off from the bar. "Hey!" August's voice was full of more raw anger than usual, and it no longer sounded sweet. He grabbed the font of angel's shirt in his fist and glared down at him, "What the fuck makes you think you can just--!" August stopped short as his chest heaved, then uncurled his fist and lowered his voice. "All I did was tell you what you already know, right?" His words felt like daggers coming out of his throat, despite no longer yelling, "Attention is all you want anyways, so that was a shitty fucking 'thank you' for me going out of my way for you tonight."ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 14, 2014 19:53:04 GMT
The night air was cold and sobering, but not enough. Angel was flushed with anger, and almost as soon as he was out the door his steps turned to stumbling and his head had bowed. He wanted to puke. He hated August and he hated himself for ever having anything to do with him.
When he heard him shout behind him, he nearly tripped over his own feet trying to walk faster, and suddenly August was standing over him with a hand bunched in his shirt. Angel's hands flew up to shove at August, who was hardly impressive in strength but seemed to tower over Angel, Angel in his wobbling stilettos and bleary drunkenness.
"It's not." He snarled. It wasn't true. August's voice had gone quieter, and now Angel was the one shouting. "I don't want your fucking attention! Not my problem you can't find anyone else who wants to suck your grimy dick." The words were kind of empty, all he could resort to. He wanted to say August was wrong, but didn't know how to.
He was almost right up against him, hands still against his chest, Angel realized and he dropped them to clench at his sides. He was sure he'd actually hit August if he opened his mouth one more fucking time - that, or he'd throw up. Maybe some unfortunate combination of the two.
@augustp
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