Hell's Best Bartender

Gluttony Indulgance

You stood in your hotel room staring at the number Boris put in your phone.  You recapped the last night's events in your head:

After the imp was kicked out, Angelina came to you crying.   She collapsed into your arms, mascara running from her reddened eyes.
"I just lost half my money! How could this happen?!" she cried.
You and Boris shared concerned looks, you more embarrassed than anything.  As Angelina bawled, Boris handed you a napkin with his number written in pen.
"Here's my number. You should probably take care of that," he said,  "If you're too tired tonight, I'll be free tomorrow at seven o'clock,"

That was the last thing he said when you left the bar, assisting Angelina to the cab since she tripped over her own feet.  Now, sitting in your bed, you were too busy looking at the number to notice Angelina's head rise from her pillow.
"Morning," she said with a yawn, "What are you looking at?"
You looked over to see Angelina; her once wavy blonde locks were now frizzy and knotted.
"It's nothing, really," you said.
You didn't want to tell Angelina someone asked you on a date.  She would never let you live it down, especially knowing the family Boris comes from.  You assumed she'd say you took the 'get yourself a sugar daddy' sentence too literally.
You finally. got up the courage to shoot Boris a text.
'I'm at the Sleepy Sloths Motel. It's right across from that famous Hazbin Hotel I hear demons talking about. Come get me when you're ready.'
"I'm going to go take a shower. Just so you know I'll be going out later," you said.
"Oooh! Can I come with?" Angelina asked, perking up from her spot.
"Would it be okay if you stayed here? It's kind of...private," you replied.
Angelina looked at you suspiciously.
"Private you say?" she asked, "Is it what I think it is?"
"Probably," you said.
She jumped up from her spot and followed you to the bathroom.
"Tell me EVERYTHING!" Angelina demanded, grabbing your shoulders tightly.
"It's not that big of a deal, really-"
"Not that big of a deal?" she looked at you as if you were crazy, "This is a huge deal! This is your first date in god knows how long!"
Angelina quickly pulled away from you and took a deep breath.
"Take a shower and freshen up. Afterward, I'll do your hair and help you pick out an outfit. Wash your armpits for at least a minute because I KNOW you have some body odor now and again," she stated.
"Rude much?" you replied, "And I don't need you to get me ready,"
"Nonsense. I live for dating, and you know this," Angelina said, shooing you off to the shower.
You also knew that Angelina never followed her dating advice.  While you thought it was pretty decent, you also can't remember the last time she didn't scare off a potential partner with her self-centered attitude.
Angelina shut the door behind you and you continued with your plans of showering.
It was about 20 minutes later when you stepped out of the shower.  The cool air of your hotel room nipped at your wet skin while you dried off.
"Are you clothed yet?" Angelina came knocking before you had the chance to cover yourself.
"No! Give me a chance to breathe," you yelled.
"Hurry up! All of our hair stuff is in there!" she said.
You sighed heavily before putting your pajamas back on and letting her into the bathroom with you.
"Hang tight! We'll be in here for a while," she smiled deviously, thinking of all the things she could do to your hair.
She wasn't lying either.  Angelina tried so many different things.  Up-dos, braids, buns, ponytails; everything under the sun.  She pricked and prodded at your hair for almost an hour before she finally said something.
"You know what? I want to try something,"
You stood tense.
Oh please don't let her do something stupid to me
You found yourself thinking it over and over again until you felt a simple swipe across the top of your head.
"Look at you! I didn't have to do too much after all," Angelina said proudly.
You looked in the mirror to see yourself with a simple side part.
"All of that just to give me a side part? Are you serious?" you said, a bit annoyed.
"But you look nice," Angelina smiled.
You looked back to the mirror and stared at your hair.  It was okay.  Not what you thought she was going to do, but it totally could've been worse.
"I'm going to pick out some clothes for you. Go look through my jewelry and pick out anything you like," she said, pulling out a small fabric bag and sitting it on the bathroom counter.
There wasn't much but a few bracelets, a set of earrings, and some necklaces. It was the kind of jewelry that went with anything because they weren't meant to be noticed. You quickly made the decision you didn't have to think too much about and met Angelina outside the bathroom.
"Here. Try this on," She said, shoving clothes towards you.
You simply held the clothes up to your body and looked in the mirror. The clothes she picked were simple but presentable.
"Hmm, you should have more over-the-top clothes," she said.
"This is fine. Thanks," you replied.
Angelina shrugged and turned around.
"Whatever you say. Get dressed so you can go meet your man," Angelina teased.
You were finally standing outside looking at the text message Boris sent.
'I live a few minutes away from there lol. I'll be there in a minute.'
Your heart raced every time you saw a car pull into the parking lot. Of course, you should've known which car was his when a seemingly expensive one pulled into the lot.
It pulled up to you and parked. Out from the driver's side was Boris, dressed in a white T, black leather jacket, and slick pants. His hair was now down, falling into beautiful black curly waves. It made you wonder how he got it all in a bun in the first place.
"You look stunning," he smiled, "Are you ready?"
Your face flushed a bit as he spoke to you. His eye contact was so solid like he was looking into your very soul.
"Ready when you are," you said.
Boris smiled before opening the car door for you.
You settled yourself within the leather seats of the car. The interior smells of cinnamon and rose due to the air freshener that hung from the rearview mirror.
"Alright precious. Do you have any preferences or is this your first time coming to Hell?" Boris asked, pulling out of the parking lot.
"I've never been here before so I was kinda hoping you'd have plans," you said nervously.
"No worries. If you see somewhere you want to go, just say the word," he smiled, "For now, I know a nice restaurant in the Gluttony Ring. Do you mind driving a bit?"
"Not at all. As long as we aren't out too long," you mentioned.
You and Boris had a great conversation throughout the ride. Boris told you more about his family and you talked about life in the Over World. Boris had mentioned his father, always telling him how unsafe the Over World is. You couldn't disagree with that statement, though. Throughout your time in high school, you witnessed many fights between students. Not to mention how many people you've seen just being mean in general.
You stopped mid-conversation when you saw the bright sky, painted with shades of orange and gold.
"Woah," you voiced softly, gazing out of the window.
"Yeah. This ring is beautiful. The sky is always colored that way," Boris mentioned.
"Who's this ring ruled by?" You asked curiously.
"Beelzebub, but those who know her call her Queen Bee. My sister convinced me to go to one of her parties. That's how I found the restaurant I'm taking you to," he explained.
The demons seemed to change with every ring you traveled to. Here, the Hell-Borns resembled insects with their different sets of eyes and fuzzy antennas; most of which adorned striking resemblances to bumble bees and flies. Boris pulled his car into the parking lot of a restaurant decked in flowers and faerie lights.
"Here we are," he said calmly, stepping out and coming to your side.
Boris offered you his arm when you exited the car. You both walked side by side into the intricate building, greeted by a waitress at the door.
"Welcome to Casablanca. A table for two?" The waitress chirped.
"Yes. An outside seat, please," Boris said.
The waitress strides over to the outdoor area and sets two menus down on a wooden table.
"Here you are! I'll be back to take care of you shortly," she said, a small clicking in her voice.
Looking at the menu, your mouth began to water at the descriptions of every food item. Honey seemed to be included in everything. You weren't quite sure how they did it, but this realm was ruled by a bee demon. You imagined she made her profit off of distributing honey-flavored goods across her ring.
"My name is Orchid and I will be your waitress tonight. Could I start you off with some drinks?" she asked.
Boris looked at you patiently, waiting for you to make your order.
"Sweet tea will be fine," you said quickly, not knowing what else to order.
"For you, sir?" Orchid asked.
"Whiskey will be fine," Boris replied.
Once again, the waitress trotted off.
You were never one for conversation, so you sat awkwardly in your seat.
"So uh...do you have a favorite restaurant?" you asked.
Boris' eyebrows raised with interest.
"There's one in the Lust Ring that's very nice. Maybe I could take you some time?" Boris mentioned.
"To the Lust Ring? Absolutely not," You said.
Boris laughed, "I didn't intend to be suggestive, darling. Sure it's in the name, but not everything down there is about sexual relations,"
He tilted his head a bit, sliding his hand across the table to intertwine it with yours.
"Of course, if you do want that, all you have to do is ask," Boris continued.
Your face flushed with embarrassment at his words.  Before you could respond, your waitress placed your drinks on the table. Boris smiled at you, lifting his whiskey to his lips. As soon as Orchid asked for your food, you spit out your order and nervously sipped your tea. After Boris ordered, you both said your thanks and continued to wait.
You noticed Boris licking his lips after each sip of alcohol.
"I don't think they cleaned this glass," he mentioned, "Tastes a little...musky per se,"
"Musky?" you repeated.
"As weird as it is, the dust that collects on a glass that hasn't been used in a while will alter the taste of a drink," Boris explained, swirling his glass, "Especially when it's something strong. Wanna taste?"
You quickly shook your head, "No thanks. I'd probably throw up if I'm being honest,"
"I understand. At least you're not afraid to admit it. I can't tell you how many times I've seen demons do shots and not make it past their first," Boris smiled.
"Really? I imagine you have to clean up a lot?" you joked.
"Don't even get me started on that shit," Boris laughed.
You both chuckled together. Chatting with someone, let alone a demon had never seemed so refreshing before. Clouds of cotton soared through the golden sky. Because of how pronounced the fluffy shapes were, and their astonishing color, it looked as though you could reach up and grab it.
"What are you thinking?" Boris asked softly.
You paused, wondering if the question was stupid or not.
Fuck it. The worst he can say is I'm weird.
"You think the clouds taste like an orange push pop?" you asked.
Boris chuckled, looking up towards the sky, "Damn, now I'm thinking about that,"
He paused a moment before looking back at you.
"They look like they do. I bet Queen Bee can hook you up with orange cotton candy," he continued.
"Do you know her?" you asked.
"Yeah! When we left her party last time she gave me limited edition Honey Comb Moonshine," Boris answered, "That's between you and me though. Lots of demons would kill for that stuff,"
As you and Boris continued to talk, you felt a drop of water hit your forehead. The clouds that had gathered earlier seemed a much darker orange than the sky that was behind them.
"Is it about to rain?" you mentioned.
"Possibly," Boris shrugged.
Just as you suspected it began to rain, and it rained hard. The weather came on so quickly, dampening your shoulders and making the fabric stick to you uncomfortably.
"Take this and go inside. I'll grab our drinks," Boris said, casting his leather jacket over your head.
You quickly head inside and waited for Boris. Despite the sudden weather, you both were quickly reseated along with your food. The hot dish melted on your tongue with its impeccable flavors and tasty aroma.
"You didn't have to give me your jacket. It might get damaged," you mentioned halfway through the meal.
"I know. I didn't want you getting wet," Boris said.
It was so simply put. His actions, his words, his personality; you could tell it was genuine. It also made it hard to believe he was a demon. The icing on top was he bought you desert to go and you didn't pay a thing.
Once again, Boris lent you his jacket so you could safely run out to the car. You discarded the wet leather in the back seat and curled up on the warm passenger side, holding your tasty treat in hand.
"Mind if I have a bite of that?" Boris asked jokingly.
"Hell no. You bought this for me," you said.
"Yeah. I bought it," he chuckled, putting a gentle hand on your thigh.
You sucked in a sharp breath feeling his hand against you.
"Is this okay?" he asked calmly.
You slowly nodded, "Yeah...this is fine,"
The ride home was quiet and serene. The rain carried on through the other Rings of Hell, tapping against the tinted windows. As you cruised down Hell's Highway, you felt a wave of tiredness wash over you. The warm air and tap of the rain made you drowsy. Noticing your state, Boris gently took your dessert and placed it in the back seat before putting his hand back on your leg.
"Rest darling. We'll be back in a minute," Boris whispered.
You fell asleep in the passenger seat as Boris gently rubbed your thigh.