Everyone in the hotel is commencing their nighttime routine. Alastor grabs a mug and a tea bag and boils the kettle. He then realises he's rather peckish and goes to the fridge, grabs a carrot which he slices into sticks and some dip. Angel hears the cutting from the bar and looks over.
"The fuck? Hey Bambi! What the fuck dude who eats a carrot as a midnight snack?" Angel says. "First of all, don't ever call me Bambi again, you know far well what I'm capable of, and second of all, someone who is watching their figure" Alastor says, looking Angel up and down as to call him fat. "Hey bucko you wanna come and measure me? I'm pretty sure I'm eighteen dress sizes smaller than you" Angel retorts.
"Dress sizes? Please, don't involve me in whatever ratchet kink Valentino's got you into this week" Alastor comes back, with (more of) a grin. "Oh nice one. Is all you can think of something to do with Valentino? Huh? Is that all you know about me?"
"Well seeing as how you greet people and parade yourself around here, that's all there really is" Alastor says, taking another bite. "Oh please, I'm a completely different guy outside of work" Angel says. "Oh really?" Alastor says. "Mhm, I charge double!" Angel says with a laugh.
Alastor slams down his snack. "For fucks sake, why is it always sexual? Why? You don't even like sex anymore! If you really were as horny as you make yourself out to be you'd have men here day in and day out but I haven't seen one person walk in or out of this building that doesn't currently reside. Fuck, if you were that desperate,you'd probably have had Husk in you by now!"
Husk gives Alastor a 'come on' sort of look with an eye roll.
"Oh please, We all know you're hot for eachother just fuck and get it over with! Oh but no, you don't want to, because you're so desensitised to any kind of sexual activity because of that drug addicted perverted freak I loathe that I share power with, which, side note, I still can't come to a viable conclusion to why any sane person, mortal or not would ever, EVER sign anything to do with that slimy prick, he's a psychopath! And sure I am one, but at least I treat Husk semi-humanely, sure more than Valentino! I sure don't use every hole in his body for my own wealth and entertainment because that is fucking sick and twisted and me saying that, says A LOT. and before you say anything about how "I'm aN AcToR", you're not a very good one if that's your argument, we can all see through your fake shit. You're only like how you are because you've been trapped here working for that sleezebag for millennia and have lost all of your former self, you spend so much time letting him use you that you don't have time to remember who Anthony is, let alone be him! All you know is Angel Dust, and that's all we know too, so if you want to get any respect around here and maybe a shred of your ever so lost dignity back, I'd just drop the fucking act and stop acting like a hornbag and start acting like the rest of us; depressed, lonely, pieces of scum, for fuck sake if you were really that great, why did you end up here? Hm? Stop pretending you're this stupid sex worker sleeze and start acting like Anthony. Because I'd bet, he isn't half bad, and fuck I'll cross my fingers and pray that he's less irritating!"
Alastor grabs his cup of tea and walks up to his room, leaving everyone who walked in and witnessed the ordeal standing in silent shock.
After a few long minutes, Angel manages to squeak out a soft "Fuck m...- Nevermind".
