Achieving Heaven Through Hell Part 3: Only the Results

Chapter 20: Constellation Part 2

Author's Note: Here's the second part! This was a LONG chapter!

Content warning: Almost every character in this chapter is DANGEROUSLY HORNY, you have been warned.

Chapter 20: Constellation Part 2

Charlie watched as Octavia and Moonchild selected a suitable choice. It warmed her heart to see that, despite it all, the dour young demoness was opting to lighten up. Poor thing had a lot on her plate, it wasn't healthy to stew all night.

"Check out Hooty and the Blowfish up there," Angel snickered, sipping a martini. "Ain't puppy love grand?"

"I wonder what they're going to pick," said Vaggie, smirking. "I wouldn't think the library on that thing has anything in her wheelhouse."

"You'd be surprised~" Charlie said, sing-song. "Never underestimate the combination of a crowd-pleasers compilation and a robust selection of showtunes!"

Octavia seemed to make a selection and the opening notes of a familiar song began to play.

"Oooh!" Charlie cheered, clapping. "Dead Girl Walking from Heathers! Good choice!"

Octavia sang the opening lyrics of the song, her voice surprisingly smooth and steady, a long-call from her normal low-toned cadence. "The demon-king of the Hellscape has decreed it/On Tuesday three PM I'll be deleted/They'll hunt me down before you all/Stuff and mount me on the wall/Twenty hours to live, how shall I spend them?"

Vaggie chuckled and shook her head. "A bit on the nose. What's Heathers about again?"

"Those..." Charlie's smile began to fade. "Aren't the lyrics."

Angel nodded approvingly. "Improv! Nice!"

"Here's an option that I like..." Octavia sand, a smile on her face as her voice kicked up an octave and belted. "Spend these twenty hours getting FREEEAAAKAAAY~! YEAH!"

"Whoa!" Angel said, grinning. "Li'l Birdy can sing!"

Octavia worked through the hard, ribald song, beckoning Moonchild in for his lines. To his credit, he came off as convincingly confounded.

"Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whiiitiiieees!"

"Shows what she knows!" Niffty said, a proud lilt in her voice. "Moonchild sleeps in the nude!"

"Damn!" Vaggie exclaimed, grinning. "She's just dripping off that poor hunk!"

Dazzle fanned himself, eyes fluttering. "Bah~"

"Oh dear," Charlie muttered, a joking smile on her face. "We're going to have to lock the doors to their rooms."

"BITE YOUR TONGUE, PRUDE!" Niffty snarled.

"Normally, I'd be right wit' ya, Bug, but maybe Charlie's gotta point?" Angel said, looking distinctly uncomfortable; the whole table stopped and turned to Angel, their expressions utterly bemused. "What?"

"What?" Vaggie said, shifting from confused to annoyed. "Oh, we're just trying to match what came out of your mouth with everything we know about you."

"I think I'm having a stroke!" Niffty cried.

"Baah!" Razzle bleated, clutching his head.

Only Charlie looked concerned. "What makes you say that, Angel?"