Something totally spontaneous for that I ended up really liking, hahah!  It was great to work on AD some more (though I have some other pieces I've also been picking at for a while, so expect to see those soon too~ )

Anyway... yeeeup.  Let's play the game of who's more fucked up: Cris or Ian?  : )

More Angel Dust:
   AD - Swan Song Part 1The boys are betting again on who's going to die.  That's what it's all come down to, in the end: just one big game where someone's bad luck equals a couple of stale cigarettes and a shot of 'Dust, and who has to dig the grave.  
Cris watches them lazily, out of the corner of his eye; he's no fucking peacemaker and he couldn't really care what they do as long as they aren't killing each other--not yet, at least.  Rich's voice rises above the scraps of chatter but really he's only fighting the howling wind: the kid's gotten a lot louder since he killed that gangbanger from Stone's group--nothing more than a lucky fucking shot of course, everyone knows that--but it's gotten to his head and now Rich struts around like he's something dangerous.  He's picking on Thomas again too, calling him a faggot and a worm and whatever other idiotic insults span his pathetic vocabulary.  It makes Cris want to laugh, and grind the fucker's face into the