WHO: Angela Petrelli & Spike [and anyone who wants to watch a good smackdown: Nathan & Peter Petrelli, specifically] WHAT: Spike called Angela a whore. Angela is not amused. WHEN: Evening WHERE: The Hyperion; Lobby RATING: PG-13 STATUS: In Progress
There wasn't a name in the book that Angela Petrelli hadn't been called. Bitch was a universal favorite. Ice queen was a close runner up. Whore had only ever entered the equation a few times, and with close friends, Angela would have been quick to correct them, a smile twisting her lips, that there was a great difference between a whore and a slut. But with such an accusation made in a public forum with the specific purpose to upset and irritate, flippant remarks were the last option that came to mind when attempting to deal with this situation. Instead, she had moved to define herself in the only manner that meatheads like this Spike were likely to understand, through threats and confidence that she had full intention to carry out.
Angela had suggested the lobby only because it would give Spike a softer place to collapse once she was done with him. What was done with him after that was Peter's prerogative. She had suggested an empty room, but perhaps, that was far too nice for someone who had insulted her for no reason other than the start trouble. It was a shame, really. He had seemed like such a nice boy when she had gotten here. And that was perhaps one of the few reasons that she had already decided that she wasn't going to break him entirely. No. Just being broken for a few hours would likely be enough to make him rethink shooting his mouth off at random.
"I promise, I won't make a mess," Angela said said as she stepped into the lobby and offered Nathan and Peter amused smiles. At least, from the looks of things, they had come prepared. "You boys settling in for the show?"