After the turf war, Jesse and Crystal were picked up by Charlie and Vaggie in the family limo. Charlie was leaning on the side while Vaggie glared at the other three with an eye twitch. Angel was amusing himself with the window, Crystal was healing herself, and Jesse was tuning his guitar.
Crystal: *hissing in pain* Ow! Ugh, this is definitely gonna leave a scar. How are you doing, Jesse. Any major injuries?
Jesse: Other then a few bruises, no. I'll be okay.
Crystal: Thank Satan.
Vaggie: Ahem!
The two face Vaggie who still looked cross.
Vaggie: What the FUCK, were you two thinking!?
Jesse: Hey, ease off, Sheila. We were just trying to help.
Crystal: Yeah! We were just making sure Angel wasn't hurt.
Crystal finished healing her wound and there was now a white scar where she was shot.
Jesse: Feeling better, sister?
Crystal: Yeah, at worst, it just stings now. Thanks for the help, bro.
The two hug each other with a smile. Jesse let's go and looks to Vaggie.
Jesse: Besides, it's not like anyone was watching.
Charlie: Uh actually, about that. It was all over the news.
Jesse: Oh, well bugger. At least I gave the people a show they won't forget.
Crystal: Wait, they saw everything? Even the part where I was shot!? Shit, that's not gonna bode well for my public image! I'm supposed to be a bodyguard! And I was shot by an egg! UGH, this is humiliating!
Crystal curls up in her seat while Jesse pats her back.
Jesse: Hey, relax mate. No one even knows who we were before that fight, at least not yet. Maybe it won't be as bad as we think, especially for the hotel. Nobody even knows we work and live there.
Crystal: Oh yeah, you're right. *smiles*
Vaggie: *sighs* I guess you're right. But as for you, Angel. WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING!?
Angel: *sighs* I owed my girl buddy a solid! Isn't that a "redeeming quality"? Helping friends with stuff?
Vaggie: Not with turf wars that result in territorial genocide!
Angel: Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred. Ehahahahahah! It wasn't that bad, anyway.
Angel goes back to playing with the window before Vaggie tosses a knife into the switch.
Crystal: You might want to listen for your own good.
Jesse: You know what they say, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Angel: Aw, come on! I had to! My credibility was on the line! I mean, what kind of reputation would I have if people found out I was tryna go clean? It just throws out my entire persona!
Angel grins and suggestively pushes up his chest fluff.
Vaggie: Your credibility? What about the hotel's?! *gestures at a defeated Charlie* Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke!
Angel: *scoffs* No, no, no, babe. Jokes are funny! I made you look... uh, sad! And pathetic! Like an orphan... with no arms... or legs... Oh! With progeria! Great! Now I'm bummed thinkin' about it! *starts looking around the limousine* This thing have any liquor?
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Helluva Tour (Hellaverse FF)
FanfictionOne is the child of a sinner and a hellhound who has dreams of making it big in the music industry. One is an imp who's living life to its fullest. What happens when they join forces and work in a Hotel and with a team of assassins? Lets find out. O...
