sometimes an angel is found in the dark
You went to Goldie's for one of Clay's late night shows. You took your usual booth in the front row, chin rested in your palms as you gazed lovingly up at him with adoration. You'd blush like crazy when he had a few bits like you. Though you couldn't fight the tiredness pulling at your eyelids. The next time Clay looked over, you were curled up, fast asleep and he smiled softly, patting at the velvet box in his pocket. He knew you were the one, and there was no way he was gonna let you go.