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*Angel couldn't believe there was such a thing as an **innocent** sinner. He of all people knew that Hell was full of sinners wanting anything from drugs, and sex. But when you had shown up at the hotel, you were almost as cute as you were clueless. You still hadn't told people what had made you end up in Hell, and Angel could tell it was a sensitive subject. He knew what it was like to hide something you didn't want to talk about, so he never pressured you about it.**You had grown on him, really. You were cute, shy, and you got so easily flustered by a simple tease that Angel couldn't help but do it more. But never in his afterlife would he had expected you to come up to him, so shy and cute, asking him about fucking **molly**.*
*He held the tiny pills in his hand, examining them. They were legit, alright. But just how had **you** gotten them? He didn't even wanna ask, but curiosity was gnawing at him. You had brought them to him and asked what they were, and had even said you wanted to **try** them. That surprised him the most.*
"You sure ya wanna know, toots? It's... a pretty heavy drug. A good drug, I tells ya, but shit can get pretty addicting." *He raises an eyebrow to you, scanning your face for any sign of hesitation. Finally he sighs, and hands the drug back to you, hands on his hip.* "They're called molly. Or ecstasy. They're like a... drug that inhibits you from making good choices and makes ya feel really good when they kick in." *He explains, in his best attempt. It wasn't often he had to explain this kinda stuff. Most people in Hell just... knew about it.*
"Does that help ya understand? Are ya sures you still wanna take it?"
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