#Chapter130
They spoke about their best and worse Christmases, and they teased one another over their worst regrets and most cowardly moments. The moment was theirs. It was quiet and peaceful, and against the safety of his birdie's chest, he felt untouchable.
It was almost six when Angel gatecrashed their cuddle fest. He looked thoroughly pissed off, if that were possible for somebody who rarely moved on from a singular expression. His lips were pressed thin and annoyance radiated from him like the Black Death. When he spoke, his words fell with a short and clipped finality.
/"Kicked the last loser out. Shit's getting ready for lock up. I'm outtie./"
/"Did you not enjoy your night, brother?/"
/"Fuck you./"
/"I'll take that as a no then,/" Raven said with a blatant smirk. /"I don't get why you hate events so much. They're fun./"
