✘ CLOSED / ft. grey laurier ( @gildcdglory ) on the faceless ship / the fourth level

if he had it in him to be even slightly more self-aware, angel might've wondered exactly how inclined grey laurier might be to lend a portion of his time to him this evening ; after all, anyone could be forgiven for thinking that, at a SOIREÉ of this size, either of them might prefer to seek out the company of a face they DIDN'T already see at work half a dozen times this week ! but that's the thing about angel and gravity, isn't it ? there's not a single staff member on payroll ― excluding the other dancers, a few of whom they've taken to view as COMPETITION in a platform pleaser sprint toward a check ― for whom angel hasn't developed bit of a soft spot ; his vulnerability, his unprotected underbelly, comes in the form of those he surrounds himself with most often. the musicians, the bartenders ― and, last but most certainly not least, the SECURITY. in a city where very few look after anything but their own asses, angel is endeared to anyone willing to look out for HER.

now don't get her wrong, though, angel is PERFECTLY capable of looking after herself ; even if her stature alone isn't enough to INTIMIDATE away any potential threats ― standing well over six feet when she's in heels tends to have that effect ― she didn't get her nickname tonight ( THE SPITFIRE, baby ! ) without being a little VOLATILE. but grey ? well, he makes sure she doesn't even have to worry, at least when she's within the walls of the club. so of COURSE she's going to seek him out when she's not, too. angel currently strides beside him, the ice of her cocktail clinking against the confines of a glass as she swishes it about in animated conversation.

❝ ―within earshot of at least a dozen people, grey ! thundercunt ! ❞ angel is in the midst of recounting her night thus far, glancing over every so often to make sure he's KEEPING UP. ❝ the little SHIT ― it's like, just because you're eye level, do you really need to address her directly ? and he is, by the way, he'd be like, here on you― ❞ they go to make a ( rather exaggerated ) comparison but pause when their gaze lands on a balloon dart game set up a few yards away. ❝ oh my god, shut up ! i forgot there were games. how's your aim ? ❞