Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

13. Pointless

*** Your POV ***

Its been a few days since the V's came to the hotel. Their visit revealed that they were trying to play both sides by backing the hotel. If the hotel idea works and heaven accepts it, they wanted a piece of the pie and make profit off of it. And if it didn't they wanted to dress it up as heaven being purposefully malicious and go to war, also making a profit off it. It was clever, and it was hard to deny that Vox and Velvette provided some good branding. Valentino however was just universally hated through out the hotel, despite him "letting go" some of his employees to join the hotel residents. Charlie had tried to get him to let go of Angel Dust, but he refused which only made the tension there grow. It really boggled your mind why the other two tolerated him, but you didn't care enough to find out.

What was another interesting detail is that Alastor had become very particular about his drinks since that day. It was like seeing them triggered something and from then on he would either pour his own drinks or would only take one if he watched Husker pour it and give it to him. Or, if it was straight from your wrist as he had come to your door a couple of times, asking for that sleep cocktail you gave him before. Still refusing to watch you cut your own arm, preferring to do it himself, always with that damn tongue press at the end too.

Right now, you were sitting around the coffee table in a lounge area, with an empty wine bottle in between all of you. You were on the edge of the same couch as Alastor with a pace or two in between. Charlie and Vaggie were sitting on the floor, with Charlie leaning on her girlfriends shoulder. Angel and Husker were sitting across from you, Angel had his feet up on Huskers lap while the cat gently brushed the spider's ankles with his claws. There was no chance the two weren't an item. Nifty was sitting at Alastor's feet playing with some roaches and sticks, giggling once in a while.

Alastor waved his fingers and summoned a bottle of whiskey in one had and a glass in the other, pouring a few fingers then waved it in front of you as an offering. "Sure. Thank you." You gently took the glass from him, and Alastor summoned another before sending the bottle away.

"Its your turn Vaggie, spin." Charlie said, nodding at the bottle.

"Ugh. Fine...." Vaggie reached out and spun the bottle, the empty top landing on Angel Dust. "Truth or Dare spider."

"Dare." Angel answered readily, "Make it something interesting sugar tits."

"Uuhhmmm..." Vaggie thought about it for a moment, then she got a sly grin as she nudged Charlie who giggled like they had an understanding. "I dare you to kiss Husker."

"You know. If you were curious you could just ask." Husker grumbled, taking a sip from the flask in his hand.

"Kinkyyyyy," Angel laughed and adjusted to practically lunge at Husker giving him a deep kiss on the lips and leaving the cat's already red from alcohol face even redder before settling back down in his original spot.

"Well that confirms that." Vaggie shrugged, "Your turn."

"Alrighty." Charlie spun the bottle now, and after a few seconds it landed on Alastor. "Truth or Dare, Alastor."

Alastor sighed. He had played similar games with Rosie and her friends, they had always targeted him with questions about his personal life. He didn't hate it, but it was a bit frustrating as there wasn't much to tell at the best of times and at others it felt invasive.

"Truth." He responded begrudgingly.

There was silence as Charlie contemplated, but Angel popped up. "I got one!"

"Okay, shoot." Charlie allowed him to take the question.

"Has strawberry pimp ever been in love?" Alastor shook his head, the maturity of this group was clearly not much better than the cannibets of cannibal town. You took a big gulp of you drink, anticipating the answer despite yourself.