The deal (radiodust fan fic)

The bickering

As Charlie chatted about the hotel's new expansions, Alastor couldn't help but tune it out. Charlie is always talking about new ideas. Alastor, on the contrary, is the only one who must listen to them.

The words buzzed around in his ears like flies.
'Shut up Shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutup'

Having a desire to be entertained was the only reason he staying at the hotel.... This was not what he had in mind. He wanted to hear screams and cries, but now he has to listen to Charlie bicker and chat up the entire room.

"Al?"

As his 'ears' perked up somewhat, Alastor's hand stopped clawing the underside of the desk.

"Yes Charlotte?"

Charlie smiled, relieved that the radio demon had been listening to her thoughts.
"Anything else you'd like add?"
"No dear... Now"

Alastor stood up, his plain pjs peeking out from beneath his infamous coat.
"I dare say I have to go back to bed."

Charlie felt a lead weight on her shoulders after she realized how late it was.

"Oh shit, Alastor, I'm so sorry, I didn't even notice how late it was-"

Alastor's grin drew wider
"It's all right, my dear!! When we converse, you haven't ever note the time!

So let's not prolong this any longer; I need to sleep, and your Vagatha is having to wait!"

Charlie gasped and got to her feet.
"Vaggie!!
Oh no, she hates it when I stay up too late; thank you, Alastor, I must leave."

And then she scurries away...

Finally, Alastor can find peace.

___-___-___-

Angel stumbles in after shutting the door.
Bruises and deep knife marks obscured his entire body. His vision blurs as a rush of numbing pain rushes through every inch of his body as he walks.
'I hate my fucking life'

He takes a long drag on his cigarette, the only thing keeping his dead body physically active.
'They took my fucking clothes,'
Two of his hands moved down his body and to his hips.
"My ass hurts like a son of a bitch," he whispered, shuddering as he took another drag.

He clutched his phone, the only thing he had, and looked at it, peering at the one person who had fucked up his life. He instantly became rigid.
"I need to eat."
His stomach curled and twisted as he thought this. 'That sounds sickening."

He shook his head, recollecting himself. 'But I need food, I have to eat for my-'

"WHAT THE FUCK????"

Angel felt like a deer in headlights at that precise moment, and his panic was beyond words.

"U-um smiles

- Yo-well-i-um well-i-um- you-i- yo-i-well-"
Angel knew his fucking nuts was in his throat as a result of how difficult it is to swallow.
'Why him, God????' This is incredibly awkward.'

Alastor was crashing from the disgust he felt at seeing an angel like this. He was buffering, trying to figure out why there was a naked Angel dust in the hallway.

"So... uhhhhh-"

Alastor's brain has finally recovered.
"You said you'd be here by midnight!"
"Of course, yeah."

Alastor was looking at Angel's face as he spoke, not wanting to look down and puke. Alastor knew it wasn't because Angel was ugly; he knew he was very dashing, but the thought of seeing him below the belt made him deeply uncomfortable.

"Is Charlie awake-"No, she's not, why will you need her?"

'Shitshitshitshitummmmwellshitum'
"Well, it's obvious

She's usually awake if I don't show up on time. She is a tremendous help to me.

Buuuuuutttt
She's not awake, so

Nobody can help me."

'Oh, you do not even think I can heal? I can outshine everybody in this God-awful hotel. I can heal through magic, therefore no dressings are required.'