Charlie was a good egg. Too good for Hell, but she hadn't had much choice with who her daddy was. Angel... tried. Sometimes. To be better. But some habits were hard to break, and he really didn't believe it was possible for a colossal fuck up like him go be anything but a colossal fuck up forever.

Not that he said any of that. The conversation was once again successfully diverted, and Angel happily jumped at the chance to get into bed and not think about the hotel or Charlie or, worst of all, the potential that Val was lurking around the corner.

He swore he heard the bartender mutter something like a 'thank god' as he handed Finnick a key. Angel laughed, finished his drink, and tossed what few Bones he had on the counter. "You got lube hidden anywhere, stud?" He asked Finnick as he stood, a hand hooking around the other man's waist.