The Ozzie Experience (A HellVerse Fanfic)

The Manager, the Succubus and the Stalkers

Lust Ring -Hell- 4:15pm

The Lust Ring, one of the most wanton places in all of Hell. An empire built on the sinful of sinners, hellborn and maybe the occasional royal here or there. On evenings like this, many of Lust's inhabitants are usually getting out of work or are already have a good time; at one of the many club in Lust. Except for one wrath imp.

"-the hell ya mean ya cancelling tonight!?!?!?!"

A shout reverberated across the restaurant from all the way backstage. Some of waitresses turned towards the curtain with concern on their faces. Since Jesse wasn't needed in another hour yet; he chose himself to check out the cause.

Jumping to the stage, Jesse rushes past the drapes and levers towards the source of the racket. As he got closer, he could hear curses; being sent from both sides of the conversation. Once he reaches a door, he pulled the door open to see the responsible party.

It was the club's dear stage manager and event organiser, Roxy. And judging by the veins popping out her heard and the pure rage in her eyes; she was super pissed. Pulling on her black hair, Roxy yelled into the phone" We aren't paying ya that much; just for twenty mins. Ya guys ain even close ta that soul worth at all."

From what Jesse could tell, this was mostly a losing battle on both ends. After a minute of more yelling and cursing, the imp yelled-

"GO SUCK THE LAPTOP'S DICK WHILE YA AT IT, GOOD FUCKING DAY!"

Once the phone was slammed back onto the receiver; Roxy started catching her breath. She turned towards the door, eyes going wide as she saw the bouncer; a drop of sweat falling from her forehead." S-o how much of that did ya ear?" The imp asked nervously.

"About a minute, but judging by the convo, I'm guessing we're going to be missing a band for tonight?" Jesse scratches his head. Roxy brushes a hand through her head "Ya have no idea."

"Apparently some overlord, Box or Mox whatever his name, hired the Pull Outs for some big reveal show in Pentagram City. I tried convincing the manager, he wanted ta be paid triple of the price; the sinner paid for the band."

"How much?" The succubus asked with a raised brow."Tripling the shit stain's price, around seven hundred grand-"

"-THE FUCK!?!"

Both Jesse and Roxy knew the Band Payment policy, all new or smaller bands were paid around fifty to hundred for a slot. If Roxy allowed the paid to be paid ten times the original amount; more bands would want increase in payment. Meaning cutting the budget or firing staff or decrease in acts for the club. Thank God for Roxy's stubborn and assertiveness. But there was still one problem, the act slot was now empty.

"Which slot were the band in?" the bouncer asked looking over the wrath imp's shoulder.

"Eight thirty ta nine."

"Shit, right before the Happy Hour."

As the manageress drops her head into her hands and sighing in defeat; Jesse places a hand on the stressed imp's shoulder. "Look, I know a few buddies of mine, who are in a band in Pride. I could give them a call and we'll see what happens," the bouncer tried to assure Roxy.