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They arrived back at the hotel, grinning from ear to ear. Charlie finally dared to sing their song though it took some time, and it went off without a hitch!
Angel sat at the bar watching them closely, a very tired bar cat leaning against the table across from him. The four locked eyes with each other, silent for a moment.
"Ah, greetings, my friend!" Alastor was the first to break the ice, turning his attention to Husk; he slithered up to the other side of the grumbling cat, tapping the counter, "Get me a glass of the finest whiskey you have!"
Radio Static filled the lobby, and Alastor looked toward Charlie, who seemed to disappear from his side. Other than the three, the lobby remained deserted.
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With a sigh, Charlie entered her shared room with Vaggie, leaning her back against the door frame to close it. She rubbed her eyes, mentally preparing for whatever chaos this would bring.
Truth be told, trying to be here, trying to be with her, with Vaggie, has been emotionally draining. The moth no longer liked Charlie's affection; she wasn't even allowed to touch Vaggie; it didn't matter if they were or weren't working.
It was torture. Charlie still adored Vaggie even though it seemed Vaggie had fallen out of love with her. She sighed, standing up straight, kicking off her shoes to head further into the room.
Vaggie was sitting on the couch, watching the 666 News on television. She was in shorts and a white tee, sitting crisscrossed. As Charlie came into her field of view, her attention snapped to her.
"Hey," Charlie decided to start with that, shrugging off her red tuxedo jacket and laying it on the back of the couch, "Everything good?"
"Where'd you go with Alastor?" Vaggie's attention returned to the tv, her lips taught, "Without telling me, no less."
"Vaggie, you don't care where I go," Charlie sighed, "You've made that very, very clear."
"I'm still your girlfriend!" The moth snapped, standing up now. Charlie took a step back, startled at her girlfriend's sudden agitation, sighing.
"Look, I had a good day; let's just drop i-"
"No!" Vaggie crossed her arms, glaring at the blonde demoness. "Not again! What happened to always being there for me? For us?"
Charlie had to take a few deep breaths to compose herself. All the while, all she could think was 'I'm sorry; what the fuck did you just say to me? You're the one who's been fucking avoiding me! Relationships are a two-way street!'
Instead, she gave a strained smile and clasped her hands together. "To be fair, you're the one who stopped being there for me as soon as Alastor showed up. You're just-" She paused, her smile faltering. She broke eye contact with the shorter demon, "Not really in this relationship, at least not anymore."
Vaggie's eye twitched, and Charlie found it as her sign to leave. For good.
But did she really have the guts to call it off?
Give her space. Yeah, that'll work.
Charlie gave Vaggie a look as the shorter girl opened her mouth to speak, turning on her heel. She left the jacket where it was, slipped on her shoes, and walked out.
She completely ignored Vaggie's protests.
Closing the door behind her, she began to make her way back to the lobby. This is good; just walk away, don't come back. You can get help getting your belongings out of that room later. It's best to leave before someone says something they will regret.
As she stepped into the quiet lobby, three heads snapped to look at her, curious. She tried to manage a small smile to show she was okay. However, it seemed they didn't fall for that; Husk simply poured her a shot of reddish liquid and slid it across the bar table, eyeing her again.
Charlie let out a defeated sigh as she caved in, settling beside Alastor, threw the shot back, and grimaced at the burning in her throat. It was gross but well-needed.
"I told ya" Angel clicked his tongue, two arms crossed as the other pair held a martini and a cigarette. Usually, she didn't allow it in the lobby, but she was too out of it to care.
Charlie looked at him with tired eyes, causing the gears to turn in Alastor's head. She was going to leave Vaggie. For good this time.
Perfect.
"Honestly, kid," Husk piped up, grabbing her empty shot glass and refilling it, "It's for the best. Love ain't what they say in stories. 'Think it's time to cut the ties."
Angel nodded, "She ain't into ya anymore, blondie. We can all see that." He sipped the last of his martini, grabbed the olive, and popped it into his mouth.
Strangely, Alastor was silent. Charlie peered at him as Angel and Husk returned to their previous conversation. He simply sipped on his Gin, which was now half gone. She wondered if it was the same glass from when they walked in?
Charlie continued to watch him, even if it seemed he wasn't paying any mind to her. He had an ominous grin, stranger than the usual one. That familiar look in his eyes was still present, so she couldn't figure out what the expression was supposed to convey.
She audibly gulped. That wasn't good; it was never good to not know what a predator was doing. Alastor was definitely a predator, a very dangerous one if left unchecked, but why wasn't she scared?
She turned back to her drink before Alastor could catch her staring; his attention was now on her. He cocked his head to the side, asking her a silent question. When she looked at him, he got his answer. She offered a smile as if telling him she was okay.
Bullshit. Alastor was a master at disguising his emotions, and though she had the smile down, the eyes were key. Her eyes were pools of grief, with the light of relief dancing in the background.
Alastor saw right through her facade. He took his glass and emptied it; resting it on the bar, he stood and found his way beside the blonde in what seemed like one fluid motion. He offered the curious princess a hand and smiled softly. "Want to get your belongings, darling?"
At that moment, Charlie felt her stomach flip, and her heart began to flutter.
It wasn't the hand offered to her. She's held it countless times. Nor was it his eyes admiring her. He's always done that, whether he knows it or not.
His smile? Although softer than his normal smile, it didn't set her off.
No, His voice.
It lacked the radio static; his voice was low, almost purring. It was delicate. Even Intimate.
She felt heat rise to her face, taking the familiar large hand. She offered the crimson demon a slight nod.
That's weird. The last time I felt something like this was...
...uh oh.
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Fanfiction"Mine." Is all Charlie heard, the deep chuckle that followed giving her goosebumps, "All. Mine. Aren't you, doll?" The grin on his face made her gulp. She was. He had her wrapped around his finger. He knew it, too. "Yes", she managed to breathe...
