Assassin's Will (Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter 7: Dinner Time

⚠️swearing⚠️

"I thought I would blow up from that radio spot
Remember how you chuckled when you heard that song?
But you won't be laughing soon" ~ Christmas in June By AJR

Dinner time at the Hazbin Hotel, is nothing like what I'm used to.

Nifty was nowhere to be seen; every once in a while I could hear tapping in the vents, that sounded like small feet scurrying about. Alastor sat at the head of the table, flaunting his superiority complex. Charlie, and the not demon, who I now know as, Vaggie; sat next to each other; talking. Husker looked, like he did not want to be here; A bottle grasped in one hand, hunched over the table grumpily. Charlie's pets Kiki, Razzle, and Dazzle played nearby. Angel Dust, one of the most popular porn stars in the pride ring; sat next to husker, antagonizing the cat sinner.

Angel Dust is primarily white, with his secondary color of choice being pink. One of his eyes is black.

"What's your fuckin' deal?" Angel inquires, with a grin.

"What do you mean by that?" I reply evenly, taking a bite out of what I hoped was steak.

"I mean." Angel started. "Smiles over there, has this creepy ass radio thing." he looks at Alastor, who blatantly ignores him, much to my amusement. "Charlie, tries to find the good in the most doucheest of douche bags." he nods at Charlie. "And her girlfriend has this protector thing." He looks at Vaggie, she glares at him.

"I think she kinda looks like a pirate." I say without thinking, my wings flaring with my embarrassment. "Oh... ah... shit..." I stammer, as Angel cackles.

"Damn... she actually kind of does." Angel agrees, Vaggie glares at Angel, and Me, I ignore her.

"I don't know, I would say my thing is theatrics, if you weren't an actor." I said, getting back to the original question.

"You're an actor?" Angel tilts his head. "like in what way?"

"Musicals, stage performance... I don't do anything so..." I paused, looking for the right words. "Sex driven." I tried not to cringe at my own words.

"Don't you work as an assassin!" Alastor pipes up, causing quite a few pairs of eyes to land on me.

"don't forget bodyguard." I filled in; Vaggie glared at me, distrust clear in her eye. I looked at her directly. "I was not hired to kill you, or anyone else in this entire hotel." I clarify.

Everyone falls back into their own conversations.

Charlie starts to talk about advertising.

"You should make an ad." I say, putting in my two cents.

"What?" Charlie looks over.

"You should use a popularized medium to put out an ad advertisement." I say, and let out a breath. "As much as I strongly dislike newer pieces of technology, I suggest the format that you use is visual."

"Really." Alastor scowls. "You suggest we use an undignified medium." Alastor huffs narrowing his blood red eyes.

"that's a great idea!!!" Charlie Exclaims, disappearing off to somewhere else in the hotel.

I feel like I have made a grave mistake. Alastor glares daggers at me, from the other side of the table.