The Hazbin Hotel Project

Russian Roulette [Alastor x Male!Reader] II

Hello everyone and welcome to another installment of The Hazbin Hotel Project! :) I know it's been a while since I've been here but I've studied for my exam, took the test...and ended up failing it. It stinks though that doesn't mean I'm giving up! XD If anything, it motivates me to try again in the next few months but I'll be sure to post a notice if I have to go off of the grid to prepare myself for a better career opportunity. 

I'd like to profusely thank Murderluv23 for her help in writing out this segment, she's really helped bring these characters to life on the pages  and meeting the deadline I've set for myself XD So without further ado, let the show begin! 

Truthfully, [First Name] had no idea what the fuck he was getting himself into after accepting a dinner invitation from the infamous 'strawberry pimp', or as Angel had once lovingly called Alastor.  If someone could place both demons side by side in a room, anyone could see that [First Name] and Alastor were polar opposites in every sense of the word. So could a night out between these two individuals pan out? Probably in a disaster and [First Name] would be serving the six-armed slut for a week. 

Sighing, [First Name] ran a hand through his hair as he eyed the heap of clothes laid out on the simple four poster bed.  His wardrobe had a low-key street fashion sense with four Happy Hotel uniforms and a three piece suit he'd bought but never got the chance nor had a reason to wear until now. 

Well...if Alastor is the kind of guy who enjoys fine dining or other activities that are considered 'classy'....I guess I'm gonna have to bite the bullet and bear with it.   When I was a human I've had my fair share of wealthy clients and dined with them in high class restaurants but those had mostly been for business, not pleasure.  I just hope he'll be all right with me ordering the cheapest item on the menu.  [First Name] grimaced, scrunching his nose in disgust at the state of his chosen attire. But first, I'd better get this to the cleaners. Don't wanna embarrass the Radio Demon and earn his mighty wrath for smelling like century-old moth balls, Heaven forbid.

While [First Name] was left to his own devices in preparation for tonight, there two other demons  who were also anxious about the evening's agenda. Firstly was Angel Dust, lounging in his room cradling Fat Nuggets as he tried to think of a plan to sneak out of the Happy Hotel, spy on a certain pair of male demons, and not lose the goddamned bet. 

Alastor, on the other hand, was wondering whether or not [First Name] would enjoy himself tonight.  The young demon seemed to be rather cautious around him. Not that he didn't build up the reputation for it, but his unusual nature would make keeping allies very difficult.  Forging friendships were part of the Happy Hotel's mission statement, so it wouldn't be unusual for two men like themselves to enjoy a quick bite around town. Besides...he was a curious fellow. And Alastor knew it wouldn't be satisfied until he got to know [First Name] a little more out of their respective workplace. 

The time ticked by rather slowly for Alastor, and he couldn't have been more grateful when the clock struck fifteen minutes to six o'clock. The monocle-wearing gave himself another glance in the mirror before he departed from his hotel room and made his way to the lobby. He was surprised to see [First Name] already waiting for him...though it was almost hard to tell it was actually the aforementioned demon. He looked like a completely different spirit than his relaxed appearance at the bar three days ago. 

Still wearing an impeccable grin, Alastor greeted [First Name] with a wave of his gloved hand.

"Well hello there, my good man! You're looking quite sharp this evening, aren't you? I almost didn't recognize you. In a good way, I mean. I'm used to see you running around the hotel in something that didn't involve a necktie or a suit jacket," Alastor's curious ruby-red eyes ran over [First Name]'s form. "The look definitely suits you. Perhaps you ought to dress up a little more often. We might get more patients with your dashing good looks."