Overlooking Overlords

•꧁ VII. - The Man, the Myth, the One and Only, Dickmaster [& Dangertits] ꧂•

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Chapter Seven — The Man, the Myth, the One and Only, Dickmaster [& Dangertits]
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Angel almost dropped his drink. A bit of alcohol managed to drip down the side of his glass while he wasn't paying attention.
"Ya fucking what?!" He was in disbelief. Utter shock. The balls you had, goddamn. He knew of some overlords who wouldn't even try that.

You smiled softly, smug insanity rested just underneath, as you swirled the drink in your hand. "I admit, it may have been a little harsh."
"Toots," he breathed. "Wasn't fucking harsh enough! I-I can't believe it!"

Charlie nudged her way towards you two at the bar. You and Angel had been sat there for a little while, nothing to be concerned about of course, just odd. She didn't want to admit it, but she had been stuck behind the wall for over half an hour.

"Charlie?"
Charlie jumped, hitting her head on the wall behind her. "Oww," she cried, rubbing the injury. "Hi, Vaggie!"
"Why are you, uh," Vaggie peered around the corner to check out what she had been watching, "spying on them?"

"Shh," Charlie hushed. "I wanted to know about where they were earlier and I felt it was too intrusive if I just, y'know, asked. But, fuck, did I mess up by eavesdropping? I mean, in most cases it's bad to do. Oh gosh! What kind of fucking example am I if I can't—" Charlie was interrupted in her rant as Vaggie placed a hand over her mouth.

"Hon, you gotta stop. Listen, I love your rants. They're one of the things I admire most about you. It means you're passionate about something," Vaggie removed her had and smiled. "But you should probably just talk to them."

"Yeah, you're right," Charlie sighed. Pausing for a moment, mustering courage, she walked over to the bar awkwardly. "Hi guys!"

"'Sup, toots," Angel greeted, tossing the rest of his drink down his throat.
"Charlotte," you smiled. "What brings you over here?"
"Well," she paused, looking to Vaggie for support. Vaggie smiled, so Charlie continued. "I was maybe, kinda listening to your conversation and noticed how much you two have grown. Well, maybe mostly Angel Dust because, to be honest I'm not even sure why F/N's hell to begin with," Charlie rambled, jumping from topic to topic.

"Yeah, toots, why are ya in Hell?" Angel asked.
"Have you forgotten, Charlotte?" You waited for a response. She only shook her head. "I was quite the killer in my day. My husband, his girlfriend, and a fair few others. Torture and such were some of my favorite methods of death," you smiled, although it looked a little sinister.

"Fucking hell," Angel blinked. He wasn't there when you explained it. No one but Charlie had been. "Toots, never knew that."

"Hahaha," Alastor laughed, his voice glitching in and out of reality. "Reminds me of my time above these flames. Perhaps you heard of me?"

"I died like a month ago," you reminded him. His ears folded down before returning to normal.
"I forgot that," he paused. "You fit in so well in with our little band of misfits. I had forgotten, my dear. You act as if you're from a different time."

You chuckled nervously. "Anyway, enough about me. What's on the schedule today, Charlotte?"
"Charlie. And we're not doing anything, really." She said. "I had a few errands to run and several mismatched miscellaneous items to sort through. But that's my job!" She smiled.