Las Vegas is my kind of town [RP forlikes_wood]
Angel grabbed his black leather jacket and shrugged into it. He was wearing a pretty standard pair of black pants but he had on a crimson silk shirt that he rarely wore in LA. It'd seemed appropriate for Las Vegas. He ran a hand over his hair then one over jaw. He'd shaved before the concert but he'd been up long enough that he was beginning to get a bit of stubble on his face. He considered shaving again but Scarlett was ready to go and he figured she wouldn't mind a five o'clock shadow. He walked into the main room of the suite to find Scarlett indeed ready to go. She had on a short skirt and heels. Angel rarely stopped and took time to notice because--well mostly because he was Angel but he did tonight and she was beautiful. He gave her a crooked smile.
"You look nice," he told her quietly as he walked up to her.
"You look nice," he told her quietly as he walked up to her.