Angel grabs her drink, she can't stand the stares anymore and it's like she did too much with this dressing that Diana garbed her in. So, she's wearing a short sweater over her body and simply enjoying her evening.
Enjoying it with the loud music and consecutive screams, who's she lying to?
She's not enjoying her evening, just waiting for 10:30 to clock.
"I see you attend parties."
Angel’s eyes returns to that familiar person and voice and she rolls her eyes when she confirms the person.
You, a party? Angel asks, her hair dancing with the cool breeze.
Elijah walks forward with a cup in his hands.
"If you ever attended, you would know I do parties. He teases her."
Yeah, yeah. "Typical Bad boy Elijah!" Angel answers and pokes her lips.
"I saw your...act or is it dancing over there.
