Gehennas mighty hammer held tought in angels palm it was thick and just hard enough to get down to buisness. Her delicated forearm trembled with the weight of it as it slammed down hard onto the stage.
That pesky nail wouldn't hurt anyone else.
The nail had pierced threw heathers shoe and penetrated the soft pink flesh of her soul.
Poor sweet soothed angel as her smooth milky bare arms embraced her in a hug.
Just then kittie walked in with a bottle of vodka three glasses and ice.
Here you go honey, that will take the pain away.
Heather dabbed the vodka onto her throbbing wound.
"Ouch,It stings," she felt her pulse quicken as the heat of the spirit began to rise and her body tingled with sensation.
"But what about the glasses" ? asked angel
"Oh there for us" smiled kitty.
The girls clinked there glasses as the ice cold liquid touched there rougued lips, after all, they had been working hard and the night was still young.

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