Disclaimer: If I owned Angel, it’d be a happy man. But I don’t, so I’m not.
Summary: Slightly Crack!ed drabble. Angel’s *real* moment of true happiness.
Angel gazed at the box in his hands. It had finally arrived. Angel opened it with trembling hands, scarcely daring to believe what was inside. It was his answer, and his salvation. The key to overcoming his greatest weakness, a marvel which could allow him to transcend the limitations of his vampiric form. It was amazing what could be done with a bit of cash in this brave, new, modern world. As his new webcam transmitted his image to the computer screen, Angel sighed happily. Finally, after centuries without a mirror, he would be able to do his hair properly.