Proposal

Chapter 16

The next day, watching Angel leave the hotel to once again go to work for the man who'd abused him did nothing but frustrate Husker. Pulling out his phone, he sighed and finally went back to all of the messages, calls, and emails he'd received, starting with the voicemails. Putting the phone to his ear, Husker played the first message. "Hello, sir. I'm calling because we have an Overlord here who is requesting to use the casino for a personal party. We've told him that you don't allow that, but he's insisting on talking to you about it. Please call us and tell us what you'd like to do." Husker huffed as the message ended. The next three messages were simply a repeat of the first, and then the fourth started. "Hello Mr. Husker. The Overlord, Valentino, is getting impatient and still wants to speak with you." Husker sat up straighter at the name. "He's said that he doesn't have a timeline, but he still wants to talk to you about using the casino for a personal party. Please gives us a call so we can give you his information?" Over and over, the messages told him the same thing; Valentino, Angel's abusive boss, wanted to use his casino for an unplanned party and appeared to be getting desperate.

When he checked the texts, they all said the same thing and it had his mind twisting in several different ways. Why would he let Valentino into his club at all? The man was a menace and completely undeserving of the right o set foot on his property. On the other hand, Valentino was asking him for something, and such a thing could be used to his advantage, yes? But would the moth even accept any sort of terms? And just because he sets them doesn't mean the man wouldn't try to get around them. Mulling over the idea for what had to be for hours, he finally pushed off the bench and did something he rarely did while others were in the hotel. He left the bar. Walking through the hallways, he could hear where almost everyone was as their voices carried through the walls. Vaggie and Charlie were in the Princess' office downstairs, Niffty was cleaning the kitchen and then a few communal areas on the first floor as well. Alastor, however, was up on the top floor, inside the abandoned radio tower connected to the hotel. He and Angel had theorized for hours before on the possibilities of why the hotel had so many random seeming additions. A radio tower, a pirate ship, a carousel; the whole thing was almost like a child's drawing brought to life.

Up the stairs and down a small hallway, Husker found himself outside the door to the station, able to hear the rustling inside. Knocking on the door, he waited for any response. "Come in?" Slipping quickly inside the room, he looked around. He place was a bit of a mess; cobwebs, old papers strewn about, some questionable spots that looked like they might have water damage, and of course the odd number of plants simply growing out of the floorboards. Alastor didn't seem to mind much of it, though looking at the papers in the man's hands, he did mind those. "Husker! What can I do for you on this fine Thursday afternoon?" Husker watched the other man drop himself into a clearly new chair and cross his legs, waiting for a response.

"Well, I'm here to cash in on our deal a bit more." watching the radio demon cock a brow, he moved around the room and chose to lean against the wall by a window. A glance outside confirmed that the tower could damn near see the whole city.

"Oh really? So... you want me to get you something." Turning his attention back to the other man, he nodded. Alastor had turned to face him, so they were simply across the room from one another. "What is it you want me to get you, exactly? I've already given you the money you needed for he casino, and from that you have more than enough for just about anywhere in Hell. I could give you tools, or more power, or even your own slaves if you'd like. I just can't give you the one thing you crave most." He shook his head.

"I don't want that, and you know it. What I want is a bit more... dangerous." The radio demon burst into laughter.

"Dangerous?! More dangerous than love? Husker, You have made me more than a little curious now." Alastor pushed to his feet and calmly crossed the room until he was merely a foot away from him. "So... what exactly is it that you want? Hmmm?" Husker didn't move. Staring into those eerie red eyes, he could clearly see the curiosity and intrigue the man was feeling. After a moment, he leaned forward and whispered what he wanted in Alastor's ear. When he leaned back, he saw that the smile had faded ever so slightly.