Rule Hell Together-Alastor x Fem! Reader

3 - Arguments. All. The. Time.

You walked into the hotel with Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, and Angel, trying to ignore the constant bickering between Vaggie and Angel.

"Am I not allowed to have any fun at all?" Angel asked.

"Not when your idea of fun is prostitution!" Vaggie snapped.

Angel rolled his eyes. "Okay, what should my idea of fun be?"

"Actually making an attempt to be redeemed like (Y/n)!" Vaggie answered.

"She doesn't represent me," Angel told her.

"Well, can't you put any effort being redeemed!? You always go out and commit countless sins, and then you lie and say you want to be redeemed! If you really want to be redeemed, then you're dumber than a bag of dirt, because you keep setting yourself back! ¡Eres un maldito idiota!" Vaggie ranted.

"Come on, take a chill pill!" Angel argued.

Vaggie's hair bow turned into two little horns. "'Take a chill pill'!? You've done nothing but ruin the reputation of the hotel!!"

Angel backed up a step. "Alright, alright, whatever!"

"Vaggie! What's going on?" Charlie asked.

"This little shit doesn't understand that he needs to make an effort to be redeemed!" Vaggie explained.

Charlie smiled reassuringly. "That's okay! He'll take as long as he needs to. We'll be patient for him to get redeemed."

Vaggie huffed and glared at Angel. "Well, he'd better start trying! I'm really getting tired of..." she rambled on. This wasn't going to end soon. 

You decided to remove yourself from the argument and walked over to the fridge to grab something to eat. Popsicles, sandwich supplies, leftover spaghetti. Such a great selection. You grabbed the box of popsicles, not surprised when you shook it and felt nothing in it.

"Angel! How many times has everyone told you to throw away empty boxes?" you shouted as you tossed the box in the trash. 

"I lost count!" Angel shouted back to you.

"Well, start listening, or next time the box will be thrown at your head instead of the trash can!" you responded. You turned back to the fridge and rummaged through it, letting out an exasperated sigh when you couldn't quite find the right food. It was one of those times where you couldn't pinpoint what you wanted to eat. You closed the fridge and thought about whether or not to go to the kitchen and see what they had in there. 

You were brought out of your thoughts by Alastor's voice. "Good heavens, sometimes I wonder how Charlie expects me to not lose my temper. Vaggie and Angel's constant arguments are nearly unbearable," he remarked.

You smiled for a moment. "I wish Vaggie would just give up on Angel. He's not going to change, she's not going to give up on trying to make him change, and then they argue. All. The. Time."

"We should have grown used to it by now, wouldn't you think?" Alastor asked.

You glanced at the arguing demons across the room. "Probably...but it just gets more annoying instead."

Your conversation was interrupted by Angel walking towards the fridge. "Lock me in here if you want to! Just don't act surprised when I end up having orgies every night after I sneak people in, bitch!" he yelled at Vaggie before swinging open the fridge door and then slamming it shut again. "And buy enough food for people!"