Angel was paying her no mind, or anyone for that matter. Stretched out on the lobby sofa, scrolling through his phone. Even Husk was quietly doing his own thing behind the bar. Everything was calm. . . quiet. . . . But Charlie saw it as an opportunity. Maybe it was sleep deprivation, maybe it was a spark of playfulness, maybe it was a bit of everything combined into one perfect disastrous storm of a woman. Regardless, she flings herself over the back of the sofa with a ferocious little roar, teeth latching onto Angel's hand.
Maybe Angel should've known better than to let his guard down, even in the Hotel. Because this wasn't the first time someone did something cheeky to him, and it probably wouldn't be the last. It certainly wouldn't be the last, given the cast of character that typically assembled here.
Needless to say, when Charlie flung herself over the back of the sofa, he jumped, and was not quick enough to move before she bit his hand.
"AUGH--why you little shit--!"
His hands immediately moved to her, grabbing her and pulling her in against him before he moved himself up, trying to flip their positions so she would be under him and he could wrestle and pin her.
