Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

I Need A Smoke

Things hadn't been going well this month. And Charlie was nearing her breaking point. Marketing wasn't bringing in any new customers, she needed more staff, and the hotel needed to be renovated. It was beyond stressful. And she was fed up. Eventually, enough was enough. Like any public establishment, Charlie's hotel had rules. And one said rule forbid smoking, drugs, and drinking (unless it was from the bar, within reason). But today was different. She summoned her staff of not even ten. What came next was completely unexpected for her. Charlie demanded a cigarette to burn away her stress and send it up in smoke. Of course, 90% of her employees smoked. And she knew it. Charlie knew they all had at least two packs and a lighter tucked away in their pockets. Her outburst shocked everyone. Angel Dust was the first to snap out of it and gave her a cigarette. A little calmer, Charlie requested a light. And immediately, everyone had their lighter out. She was their boss, after all. And despite her usual calm and somewhat pacific demeanor, they didn't forget that she was a demon like them. And then there was the fine print stating that she was also the princess. So, after a cigarette or two, Charlie returned to her old self. Give or take her demon horns and tail being visible. And perhaps the flames around her feet. That somehow didn't burn the nice carpet.