Untouchable

Tears

        "Angel? Have you seen my monocle?" Alastor called out as he got himself ready for the dinner event Charlie was hosting for the hotel.

        "Uh...Ain't it on the bedside table?" Angel Dust replied from the bathroom. Alastor's smile grew when he found his monocle right where his partner said it had been. After putting on his monocle, Alastor headed into the bathroom with the intent of checking his hair and clothes in the mirror.

        "Oh! Great, goodness, gracious in Heaven! Have you know shame?!" Alastor cried out in disgust when he had accidentally walked in on Angel in the act urinating.

        "Shame? What's that?" Angel joked with a smirk as Alastor turned his back to him with a scoff.

        "Now, we are running a little late..." Alastor informed Angel as he straightened his tie.

        "I know..." Angel replied, somewhat sheepishly once he had finished relieving himself.

        "How do I look?" He then asked before flushing the toilet.

        "Perfect..." Alastor sharply replied, his tone still filled with disgust.

        "Ya ain't even lookin' at me..." Angel pointed out, provoking Alastor to finally turn around in order to examine his partner's appearance. Angel was dressed in a long, stunning, cream-colored, fur coat with pastel-pink, vertical stripes. He was also wearing his usual, black, high-heeled, leather boots underneath as he smiled at Alastor with an expectant look.

        "I must say, darling; you do look rather marvelous for once." Alastor complimented Angel on his for once, conservative attire.

        "Ya really mean it, Al'?" Angel's mismatched eyes lit up with excitement as a blush crept over where his nose should have been.

        "Indeed, I do! Now, let's hurry off! The others are waiting for us, after all!" Alastor beamed. Angel then reached over to hug Alastor's arm only to frown in slight disappointment at how uncomfortable Alastor seemed by his touch.

        "Off we go!" Alastor then began to lead Angel Dust downstairs, to the lobby before the spider could even have a chance to pull away. In the lobby, stood a bunch of demons in formal attire. Most of them were no doubt, there for the free food rather than Charlie's offer for rehabilitation but Charlie seemed ecstatic that her invitations had been accepted by a vast majority of Hell nonetheless.

        "You guys made it!" Charlie beamed at the sight of Angel and Alastor. She was wearing a long, red, sequined dress with a slit down the side and her long, blond hair had been pulled back into an elegant bun.

        "You're late..." Vaggie grimaced at the couple as she narrowed her one, good eye at them. Vaggie was wearing a dark-green, satin, floor-length gown with one sleeve, although she left her silver hair down.

        "Fashionably late, might I add!" Alastor teased with his trademark grin, beaming more brightly than it ever had. He just loved getting under Vaggie's skin.

        "Angel? Not that you don't look amazing and all but isn't it a little hot for a fur-coat?" Charlie then pointed out in mild concern for her hotel's only guest.

        "I'm always hot, baby!" Angel joked with a flirtatious smirk as he waved his hand dismissively at Charlie's concerns.

        "Besides, in this coat, ya can't tell if I'm ten pounds or a hundred pounds." Angel then added, albeit a bit anxiously this time but no one seemed to notice.

        "Well, come with me to the dining-room; dinner's almost ready!" Charlie announced as she excitedly began to lead everyone to the dining-room. Once everyone had taken their seats, dinner had been served. With a somber expression, Angel merely poked at his food with his fork rather than eating it as he attempted to tune out the idle conversation that surrounded him.