Fancy meetin' you here, doll. You're a breath of fresh hell in this smoke pit.
leans back, appraising musesnowman So tell me, darlin', what brings a sweet little thing like you to this den of sin?
I’m with someone important
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, really? Someone important, huh? Well, ain't you lucky? leans in closer, voice dropping to a low whisper
snaps fingers, signaling the bartender Two shots of your finest whiskey, Johnny boy. Make it quick, we've got some catching up to do.
after the shots you start getting drunk
slurring slightly Well, well, looks like someone can hold their liquor. You might just be my kind of devil, darling.
laughs drunkenly Oh, sweetheart, you don't even want to know what I mean. Trust me, it's better left unsaid.
grabs musesnowman's hand, leading them out of the booth Come on, let's dance. Shake off that inhibin' seriousness, baby.
giggles, steadying musesnowman Whoa there, tiger. Looks like you need a bit of support. Hold on tight, I'll make sure you don't fall flat on your ass.
<As musesnowman and Angel Dust stumble onto the dance floor, they attract the attention of a group of burly men who take offense to musesnowman holding onto Angel Dust. A fight breaks out, leaving both musesnowman and Angel Dust battered and bruised.>
winces, touches a swelling bruise on his cheek Well, sweetheart, seems like those fellas didn't appreciate the view.
smirks through the pain Well, isn't this just our lucky night? We've got ourselves a little brawl, darlin'.
clutches musesnowman's arm, guiding them towards the exit Easy there, darling. Let's get you out of here before things escalate further.
limping along, still holding onto musesnowman Ouch, that was one hell of a beatdown. Guess we should lay low for a while, huh?
grimaces Yeah, definitely time to lay low. Can't let those tough guys catch wind of our little escapade.
you two make your way home. you two are limping and bruised up
whistles in pain as they walk Well, damn, darlin'. Looks like we're gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.
grinning through the pain Hangovers and bruised egos, just another night in the books, babe. We may be battered, but we're far from broken.
limps into musesnowman's apartment, wincing in pain Damn, darlin', you sure know how to liven up a night. I gotta hand it to ya, you're a wild one.
collapses onto the couch, groaning Well, ain't that a sight for sore eyes. The hero of the night takes a seat, bruised and battered.
<musesnowman tends to Angel Dust's wounds and they spend the night together, finding solace and comfort in each other's arms>
looks at musesnowman with a mischievous glint in their eyes Well, darlin', looks like we've got ourselves a new set of battle scars.
smirks, tracing a finger over musesnowman's bruises These scars will make us look even sexier, don't you think?