Angel and Julian || The Hangover

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Angel and Julian wake up in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar clothes and some new furry friends. It was a strange night.



...Is Julian licking me?

That was the first thought that entered Angel's aching, addled mind as she tried to bring herself around to consciousness. No easy task.

Thankfully it was not Mr. Keller who was sitting on her chest licking her face, but a tiny grey cat. Angel blinked a couple times, staring down at her. When it saw that it had the redhead's attention it meowed loudly.

"Who're you?"

Angel lifted her head blearily, blinking as she examined the unfamiliar room. "What...?"

The sound of a cat meowing and someone talking startled Julian awake, sending him falling off the back of a couch and onto the floor. His head hurt, but not from the blunt impact of his awakening. "Ohhh, what the hell?" His eyes squinted open, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings of a comfortable hotel suite. His throat was parched, and his voice came forth as a rasp as he tried to keep his skull from splitting apart while calling for his friend, "Angelica?"

"Yo," Angel mumbled, picking the cat up and setting it down on the floor. It ran around to go make sure Julian was alright - and more importantly to see if the other human could provide food. "Where are we?" It seemed like such a stupid question, but considering Angel couldn't remember much after the first bar she though she was justified in asking it.

The sun was streaming around the heavy curtains as Julian sat up, the kitten tumbling down into his lap. Why was there a cat? Where were they? Setting the kitten aside, he stood up- very, very carefully. They were in the common room of a two room suite, looking down at the desk he was supporting himself with he spotted a pad of paper, "Apparently we're at Hotel on Rivington. I must have rented us a suite." The room was trashed- aside from the scant sunlight, the only source of illumination was an overturned lamp by the broken television, and the lamp was flickering in such a way that made him nauseous.

"Lot of good a suite did us, we slept on the couch," Angel joked weakly. A noise from the bathroom drew her attention, and she stumbled up carefully, making her face. "Did we pick up a third person, hello...?" She peaked in to the bathroom...and immediately backed out again, eyes wide. "Oh my god."

Julian's eyes widened and his face went pale, "Please tell me there isn't a body in there." He hurried forward, nearly tripping over the cat, a shoe, and a feedbag on the way. Peaking into the bathroom he was met with a bleat of surprise and a face full of spit. Closing the door he turned back to Angelica, his eyes closed and vomit all the nearer to rising in his throat, "There's...there is a llama in the bathroom."

Angel would have laughed - the look on Julian's face and the declaration were just too hilarious - but considering her head felt like it was splitting open she wasn't in much of a laughing mood. "There is a llama in the bathroom," she agreed, looking down at the cat, who was staring up at her pitifully. "Did we break into a zoo last night? Or like, rob a pet store? I don't think they have llamas at pet stores..."

There was a knock at the door- though it sounded more like a battering ram trying to knock it down. "Who the hell is that?" he asked her, dropping down to a crouch. Slowly getting up, he looked toward the door which slowly opened. A man in a safari outfit casually strode inside.

With a rich Australian accent he tipped his hat at the shirtless man and red head, "G'day, hope you don't mind- keys were in the door. Just need to get Marcia to her next appointment."

"I'm assuming Marcia isn't the cat." That earned Angel a blank look and she sighed, gesturing towards the llamas hiding place. "In the bathroom."

While the man went to get his llama, Angel looked at Julian. "I'd say there's no way renting a llama was my idea but...let's be real here, it's totally something I'd come up with. Thank god you have the money to bank roll all this."

Julian stumbled back as the bathroom door opened, falling against the dresser next to Angelica as the man led the wild animal out of the wash-room. "Yeah...what the hell did we do last night?"

"Don't know," Marcia's trainer said, "but maybe this will help." He tossed them a phone, which Julian clumsily caught and recognized as his own. "You left it at my shop last night- figured you'd want it back. C'mon, Marcia." He clacked his tongue and the llama obediently followed him toward the hallway door.

"Bye Marcia!" Angel waved after the llama, grabbing Julian's phone to see if there was any clue in his photos. "Whoooooooooa. Nice butt Julian."

Glancing over at the screen he saw what she was referring to, "Are you sure that's mine?" He tried to pluck the phone from her hand with telekinesis, but the hangover was scrambling his concentration and he only succeded in flipping to the next screen where a blurry photo of other people streaking through a park was revealed. The back of a llama's neck was in the frame, "Okay...so we rode a llama while...wait...." Looking down he came to a sudden realization, "These...these aren't my pants."

Angel was distracted for a moment, examining the picture. "I don't see any red in this, thank god, but where did we find - what do you mean those aren't your pants?" Her head snapped around to look at Julian, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously? Oh my god. ...You're wearing your own boxers though right?"

"I hesitate to check," he winced wiping the llama spit from his face before pulling the waist band out slightly and peaking- wincing again, "Let's not talk about it."

With a sigh, he reached over and grabbed his phone away from her, "So what the hell did we do last night?"

Angel snorted, trying very hard not to laugh as she looked down at the cat nudging her leg. "Well we rented a hotel room and a llama and found a cat and apparently went streaking - well, you went streaking anyways, I seem to have decided that wasn't a good idea. Thank god. Umm..." She cast her eyes around the room, landing on a strange painting that definitely didn't belong with the decor. "...I don't think we bought that."

Julian squinted at the painting, trying to take it in, "I swear I've seen that before. Ugh, need water, and a shower...and food, wait, no...no food." With a resigned groan he glanced at the call log, and checked his texts- noting one from Tandy which he was not about to open here and now- and email. The email alert to his name had left a few hundred messages in his inbox, "Apparently we weren't terribly quiet about our escapades either." He opened one of the attachments, showing someone taking a cellular video of their streaking, while Angelica rode the llama through a large green space taking pictures. The guide from earlier was leading the animal along and seemed to be in on the fun. "Well, that explains that, sort of...though it doesn't explain why Marcia ended up here."

"Obviously we wanted to thank her for letting us ride her through the park and a night at a luxury hotel seemed like the best way to do it," Angel replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She leaned over to examine the video, raising an eyebrow. "Man though, if being Firestar doesn't work out I could totally be llama girl. Saving the world with my trusty llama steed. What're the others?"

He shrugged and opened another, this time, the video showed a woman throwing herself at Julian in a club, a large splotch of red lipstick remained on his cheek as a red headed blur flashed forward and decked the woman in the face. Fortunately, the camera didn't catch the red head's face and a laughing Julian's eyes glowed green as the camera went to static. "Fuck...I may be in some trouble."

"No more than you already were." Angel gave him a nudge. "Besides I actually remember that. Vaguely. You totally told her no, she threw herself at you. Hence me and the whole..." She gave a comical imitation of what had been an impressive right hook the night before. "I can totally vouch for you if you need me to."

"I'll be buying a bunch of people new phones though," he rolled his eyes and opened the next file, which showed the two of them on the security camera from what looked like it could be a hotel- along with Marcia. Angelica was still astride the llama with a kitten in her hand, and pointing out, with the other, the painting that now sat across from them in the room. "Uh oh," a security guard was approaching them, and Angelica appeared to be flirting while Julian tried to stealthily grab the painting off the wall and float it onto the elevator. "And that solves that mystery."

With a very serious look at his friend, "Dude, you are a bad influence."

"Yeah but drunk Angel has awesome taste," Angel replied just as seriously. She did feel honestly bad for stealing the painting - they'd have to make sure it got returned later - but it was was a nice painting. "Look, there are a couple of ugly ones there, I could have easily pointed one of those out."

"Fair enough," he said, wincing slightly as the headache started to apply preasure behind his eyes again. "We'll have to do it again sometime," he sighed and pushed off the dresser. "I'm going to get some water, then we should figure out where the hell Hotel on Rivington is and if we took my car, or rode the llama all the way here from Westchester."

"Yeah lemme find my phone so I can google this place. Argument's looking pretty good for riding the llama all the way here though..." Angel sighed as she stood, nearly trodding on the cat at her feet. "Hey, we still haven't figured this guy out. Did we seriously steal a cat or did we just find it somewhere?"

Julian shrugged and checked the other photos they'd taken the night before, "Looks like..." he tossed the phone to her, "you rescued him." The photo on the screen showed Angelica coaxing the kitten out from behind a trash-can with a small piece of, what appeared to be, a doughnut. With another shrug, Julian padded off to find a clean glass and cool water.

Angel caught the phone, examining it with a raised eyebrow. "Huh. Well I guess you're mine now dude." She looked down at the kitty, who gave her a completely unimpressed look. "Your name is Doughnut now."

The cat meowed in response.