Through the door, Angel could hear the slap. What the fuck was Alastor going? Who was he hitting? Himself? Weird.... Did Angel brake him? The fucking prude. How the fuck did he survive in Hell for this long with all its... depravity?

The frown on the spider's face deepens as dark figures started to bleed out from under the door. Those little snitches. Get the fuck out this ain't a free peek show.

"Hey Al! Tell your cronies to scram or I'm changin' them for the veiw!"