Stay Tuned (A Hazbin Hotel fanfic)

Chapter Four

Live jazz music filled the air as it was performed and could be heard all through the halls on the first floor and made the lobby feel like that of what Charlie had said, a early 1900's party with various decades of attire. Bright lights filled the space followed with silver decorations, tables, followed with refreshments to appease the hungry and thirsty souls that now filled the once empty lobby. Flapper dresses, a-line dresses on the ladies and suits, tuxes, and other variety of spivvy articles of clothing for the men. The decor was now fantabulous that drew in word of mouth that besides the reasoning was creating a good reputation as a hotel to throw wonderful bashes that were to be remembered. Souls of all types of caliber were showing up, wealthy socialites, high powered demons, street scum, and just overall population was arriving for the event weather it was for the party or just for the free alcohol and cigarettes being passed about.

Light thumping could still be heard and lightly felt through the floorboards in residents rooms. Nyx could feel such thumping in the soles of her feet which were exposed much like the majority of her legs, her party dress in the style of a 1920's flapper dress, stopping at about mid thigh. A light breeze trailing down her spine with the low open exposed back. The color a flashy gold accented with sequins and tassels near the hem of the dress near her legs. The front being low cut as well to reveal her bust. Her hair still styled with many large curls with it pinned up slightly, a few strands left out to frame her face. Her makeup minimal as to put further emphasis on the complex dress and her intricate hair-do. Her eyes gazing at her black hair and fox ears in the large mirror it was still a bizarre sight to see, looking half animal could shake and stun anyone who hadn't been used to such sights. The choker still around her neck, appearing like a tattoo still burned with heat, though it was just an annoyance at this point in the journey. A small sigh escaped her lips as she dusted off her dress slightly as she breathed deep, walking to the balcony she had just outside her room her hands bringing a cigarette to her lips, lighting it with a small lighter she had found inside the hotel. Her eyes gazing up at the star filled sky, smoke floating like light clouds with the breeze and she breathed out as the small nicotine buzzed made her lips curl into a small smile.

"First party in hell, its crazy to think I've been dead for two days already. This is just the start.  Hell isn't awful just yet." She mentioned to herself as the cigarette burned and she threw it onto the metal floor of the balcony. She stomped out the butt of the cigarette and made her way to the lobby of the hotel where music still played into the evening.

Demons of higher caliber, dancing with one another, swing, jazz, and freestyle dancing filling the space as Nyx finally joined the festivities to relive her dancing days on earth to get more accustomed to her new home in hell. She danced with the gentlemanly demons that seemed to swing dance with her, understanding how to move as her bright smiles and small laughs bubbling up every once in a while. She spun and swung into the night and eventually glitter, confetti, and balloons rained from the ceiling in celebration as the music was finally, slowing and relaxing to soft slow moving jazz. Slow dances erupted and attendees slowly checked in or left as the food finally was depleting, alcohol was slowing down as well. She sat at the bar, sipping on her second or third glass of wine, her legs crossed as she watched the attendees swayed with one another to the music and she let out a soft sigh.

"Excuse me miss, but I couldn't help but notice you sitting all alone over here. May I ask why you aren't dancing with your partner?" A voice that seemed to ring after a large amount of static arrived, it seemed to be filtered like that off a radio, not to mention that of a males. Her gaze shifted to the gray demon that had approached her, the color red and black being then overall aesthetic to this particular demon, dressed up in a tux as he held what seemed to be a radio microphone from the 20's.

"Forgive me sir, I didn't have company to this affair. To be fair, I didn't exactly want a partner in this place. Everyone is here for a reason and I can't exactly expect any gentlemen." She responded coldly and he responded with a chuckle as he seemed to disappear and reappear at her side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. A small snarl escape her lips as she didn't favor being touched by random strangers, she pushed him off quickly as she swallowed the last of her glass wine and she started to walk away from the bar, only to feel her hand get grabbed into a tight hold. Her body tugged hard into the strange mans cool grasp as she was dipped, her green eyes widened before glaring at the man who had a never failing grin upon his lips. The sharp yellow teeth seeming to glow under the lights as he pulled her upright and spun her around. She found herself in the crowd yet again as the tall stranger swayed with her. He wasn't being rude, or being any type of inappropriate, he was just a little unsettling. His smile never left his expression as Nyx looked around the floor, only a few couple demons remained, Charlie was dancing with the girl named Vaggie, and about two more couples remained. A small sigh escaped her lips as she held him gently, giving up as she allowed him this one dance.

"Well since you were so desperate for a dance you can at least offer your name yes?" She asked trying to be polite since it wasn't this mans fault that she was murdered by a man and she offered a weak smile. His eyes seemed to widen again before his expression seemed to drop to something a little more sinister and dark.

"Alastaor my dear! Quite a pleasure, quite a pleasure!" He exclaimed as the music finally stopped and he bowed slightly before standing up straight to gaze down at her smaller frame as she nodded gently as she began to walk to the stairway though he grasped her hand slightly once more. "And what might you be called Miss?"

"Nyx. Nyx Watson. It's a pleasure Alastor."