037, OwO? (a halloween party in a suburban house) for @mirrorlyshadow
Angel Dust fucking loved Halloween. It wasn't like he didn't get the chance to constantly dress up every other day of the year, but there was something different about it when he got the choice of what he wanted to wear. Not to mention Hell knew how to throw a good party on All Hallow's Eve. It was the day that the spirit realm was supposed to be most connected to Earth or whatever bullshit, so things got rowdy. Well, rowdier than usual.
Angel could have easily used this as an opportunity to not dress up sexy for once in his damn life, but he had a persona that he had to put on, and public appearances were important. So it was no wonder that he had dressed up in some cute nurse outfit, walking around in red pumps like he owned the damn place. It certainly felt like he did, with the way every sinner turned to watch him walk through the party.
The spider sinner huffed, grabbing a red solo cup and pouring from the huge punch bowl, bringing it to his lips and taking a chug before huffing, glaring at the alcohol like it had betrayed him. "Who the fuck mixed this? This shit is weaker than when Al Pacino took over th' mob scene."