He was going to have a killer hangover in the morning, Angelus could feel it. The way the liquor was settling in his body, the way he staggered out of the alley beside the little hole in the wall bar. He felt good right now, felt well enough to fly, but the adult tom had been this drunk before and was aware of his future predicament.
Right now the lone male wandered in the direction he believed his residence was at and in the direction he was thinking Drusilla, his greatest master piece, was in.
One of his many bad habits while drunk, in fact he was staggering back home right after a spot of fun with an equally drunk female. Loyalty to a single woman wasn't the darkly dressed male's thing. Though it also worked the same way with Dru, she was just his, she could have some fun, just had to come back to him or Angelus would kill someone without regrets.
The left shoulder connected to a building corner and the male stopped and slumped against the building. His head doing another spinney thing and getting his hands to come up and press on the temples as he tried to concentrate.
"W'eresh de 'ell ish it?" the hiss slip from the dunkard's lips. His mental map home was blurred and Angelus dropped his hands to look up and down both directions of the street. "W'eresh Dru whence Aye needsh 'er?" Words slurred to the point Angelus barely even knew what he had just said.
"To 'ell wid it," his words stumbled just as much as he did when he started to walk again. Brown eyes narrowing in concentration and frustration at the same time. The tom was becoming agitated at his own blurred memory. How did one forget where they lived?
