Eyes as gold as her dress that she has no regard for as she drops down onto the ground in front of his big bad wolf like it was her best friend in all the world. Which frankly, it was part of someone who was, so who even cared?

Angel is - to a word - very happily drunk. It was her perfect kind of evening, there were all sorts of new and interesting things to try, she was here with the people she cared about, and she had something different to wear that she would never have picked, and for that, it was met with gleeful excitement when it had first arrived and she had bounding around their shared quarters as much as she was now.

"Hello, Charles." Her smile is impossibly wide and her marks bright white as she sinks her fingers into the wolf's thick coat then lowers the rest of herself down to rub her face against its side. "Hello, Little Wolf, are you keeping Charles safe?"

And with giddy laughter, she wraps her arms around its warm body and takes a happy, drunken sigh. Looking up at Charles from where she is half lying on the floor with a grin. "You look handsome tonight. Like you always do." As she would insist about it to him, ever since the first time he tried to squirm out of the compliment by insisting otherwise.