Titus lives on the same street as the Fallen Angel, in a small apartment above a cheap drunkard bar called Punk Paradise. Fortunately, he works during the opening hours of this place because it generates an incredible mess... that's why the rent is so low by the way.

Preparing to go to work, he puts on his shirt which brushes the wound in his hand, reminding him of its existence. Looking at it, he remembers the time he went to the bathroom to stop the bleeding...

Titus enters the toilet with his hand bleeding, he growls in frustration as he runs his hand under the water to wash away the wound and the blood that has flowed everywhere. The sleeve of his shirt is stained, which upsets him the most!

Suddenly the door opens and Lulu appears with the first aid kit. He places it on the sink and tries to take Titus's hand, which dodges it. Lulu stiffens, reprimands him with a look and holds out his hand, “Give me your hand, don't be a fool! You're getting blood everywhere! You're not the one cleaning up behind!” he scolds him.

Under the waiter's accusing gaze, he pouts and hands his paw, sheepish.

Lulu takes a cotton ball soaked in antiseptic and passes it over the wound, which makes the bouncer groan.

Lulu, teasing him “Ha ha! it plays hard, but it whines for a little sore!”

Titus, grumpy “It’s not funny!” He looks at his huge, crooked hand in the angel's thin, elegant one and says thoughtfully "My hands are so monstrous next to yours..."

Lulu, who has just finished dressing the giant's wound, looks surprised. Then he takes Titus's hand and places it on his cheek "I like your hands. They protect me and reassure me.” Looking at him tenderly.

Titus is taken aback, he freezes, not knowing what to do.

They stare into each other's eyes for a long time, then Titus breaks the moment by hastily withdrawing his hand. Dressing up as he headed for the door "You shouldn't leave your post!"

Titus, pensive in front of his bathroom mirror “Her cheek is soft and warm…”

He buttons up his jacket and puts on his shoes, then leaves his house. Arriving in front of the Fallen Angel, he spots a sleazy guy trying to peek through the glass door. But the giant is easily spotted and the man flees when he sees him.

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Titus grunts as he pulls the bar keys out of his pocket and opens the door. Inside, alone, Ritta cleans up. She raises an eyebrow at her colleague's gruff expression "what's up?" She ask.

"There was a shady guy lurking in front," he replies.

Which caused Ritta to panic slightly "Do you think we need to tell Black's men about this?" she asks him

Titus thinks and says "Not for the moment, we'll see if he reappears."

As usual, the angels arrive one by one. Titus greets them without engaging in further conversation, as always. But when SweetHeart appears in front of him, he can't help asking if he's okay. Titus was worried, even if he would never recognize it! But seeing the radiant face of the young bartender, he feels reassured. “Next time, you have this kind of problem, please come see me!” he told him in a concerned tone.

SweetHeart smiling "Bizarre, it seems like two old friends have the same thoughts!"

Understanding the hint to Black, Titus even more concerned "Even if you have a problem with him, you can come see me!"

The bartender smiles warmly and thanks him, then heads to the staff room to change.

Sunny, who is always the first, rushes over him “Are you better? If you are still tired you could have rested one more day you know! Don't worry, I will manage the bar even when you're not there!”

SweetHeart teasing the adorable boy “Why? Do you want to steal my job? “sticking his tongue out and smiling?

“Hey!” Sunny moaned, pouting.

In the room, Titus is tidying up some chairs and replacing tables, when he feels someone behind him hugging his arm and resting their chin on his shoulder “Hi babe! Do you miss me?" Titus growls as he pulls away “Fuck Lulu!” The waiter laughs and throws him a kiss as he walks towards the staff room.

Titus watches him disappear through the door, clicking his tongue. He stares at the staff door and smiles…

The service is in full swing, for several evenings Delhi flirted with Erick copiously; physical contact, charming gaze, smile, small attention, pose highlighting his legs (because he noticed that they were to the cop's taste)...

Seeing the old policeman more tipsy than usual, he goes to the bar and asks SweetHeart “Can you give me a heavy shot please? Put it on my note.”

The bartender raises an eyebrow but executes, Delhi has been there since the bar opened and he knows what he is doing, he tells himself.

Delhi takes the shot glass and brings it to Erick. He poses it in front of him leaning his hand on his shoulder and whispers in his ear “A little present from me my darling!” Straightening up, he winks at him.

Erick takes the shot and drinks it bottoms up. Misty eyes "How can I thank you my lovely Delhi?"

The Angel seized the Opportunity "I'll take the bridge at the end of the street to go home, can you walk me back?" By supporting his request with a seductive look.

Erick is just a man after all. The alcohol fogging his brain, the rising desire in him takes over "I'll be waiting for you, honey!" with his burning gaze.