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loser_babyThe evening had started so well.
Sure, things had been a little rough with Val lately but that was understandable, it happened, they'd been working really hard and Val was stressed out and Angel just didn't think sometimes, that was all, they'd been through these rough patches before and Val always made up for it, he'd shower Angel with affection and things would be good again for a while. So when Val told him to dress up pretty because they were going out, he'd been delighted, assuming the storm had passed.
He should have fucking known.
For most of the night, he's able to bask in the illusion that everything is fine again, Val is charming and warm and complimentary, showing him off to everyone. When he gets invited to the high stakes game, he takes Angel with him and Angel hangs on his arm and keeps his glass full and watches him play.
He's doing okay, but Angel gets the feeling he's just being toyed with, he's really not that good and Angel's noticed half a dozen tells in Val's fellow players that the moth demon has completely missed (because he can't see for shit), but he knows that Val would just get pissed if Angel tried to tell him, so he lets him get on with it.
He just hopes Val will quit while he's ahead, and not lose big and take it out on Angel when they get home. It doesn't even cross his mind that there's another possible outcome, not until Val's chips are dwindling and he gets a semi-decent hand. He's already all in but Angel can see the greed flashing in his eyes, he doesn't want a split pot if he wins this, he wants the pile of chips from everybody else's bets, so he's going to need to add in something else, something special...
"I want to bet a soul." Val says smoothly, and sure Angel's surprised but it's not like he's the only-
"Angel Dust."
Sure, things had been a little rough with Val lately but that was understandable, it happened, they'd been working really hard and Val was stressed out and Angel just didn't think sometimes, that was all, they'd been through these rough patches before and Val always made up for it, he'd shower Angel with affection and things would be good again for a while. So when Val told him to dress up pretty because they were going out, he'd been delighted, assuming the storm had passed.
He should have fucking known.
For most of the night, he's able to bask in the illusion that everything is fine again, Val is charming and warm and complimentary, showing him off to everyone. When he gets invited to the high stakes game, he takes Angel with him and Angel hangs on his arm and keeps his glass full and watches him play.
He's doing okay, but Angel gets the feeling he's just being toyed with, he's really not that good and Angel's noticed half a dozen tells in Val's fellow players that the moth demon has completely missed (because he can't see for shit), but he knows that Val would just get pissed if Angel tried to tell him, so he lets him get on with it.
He just hopes Val will quit while he's ahead, and not lose big and take it out on Angel when they get home. It doesn't even cross his mind that there's another possible outcome, not until Val's chips are dwindling and he gets a semi-decent hand. He's already all in but Angel can see the greed flashing in his eyes, he doesn't want a split pot if he wins this, he wants the pile of chips from everybody else's bets, so he's going to need to add in something else, something special...
"I want to bet a soul." Val says smoothly, and sure Angel's surprised but it's not like he's the only-
"Angel Dust."
