There's no smut here, sorry.

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"Where do you think you're going, my dear?"
Vaggie turned her head frantically to see that the radio demon, Alastor was staring at her.
"That's none of your concern," she muttered, grabbing the front door's handle and opened it, only to see he was standing right in front of her, on the other side of the door.
"No? Aren't we supposed to be promoting this manner of caring for one another?"
Vaggie just scowled at Alastor and pushed passed him, "Oh please, like you care."

Vaggie rarely ever went out, but she felt like she needed to free herself of the hotel for a little while. She knew that it wasn't going to be easy, but the events of today was just overwhelming to her. From the turf war, to Charlie fighting with Katie, to the radio demon appearing and being allowed to assist them. What was Charlie thinking? Vaggie's boss (and girlfriend) seemed almost completely smitten by Alastor's tricks, and Angel Dust was completely indifferent about the whole ordeal, Vaggie felt as if she was the only one who was rightfully cautious.

Vaggie was so preoccupied with stewing in her own furious thoughts that she almost found herself falling into the newly formed crater at the front of the hotel. Which only emphasised Vaggie's paranoia of allowing such a powerful demon like Alastor so close.
"Oh Charlie. What did you get us into?" Vaggie mumbled to herself, turning around to look up at the hotel one more time before walking away.

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Vaggie rarely ever drank, at all. However, she felt like she needed it. Not only was the situation at the hotel getting to her, but it was even worse at the bar she chose to walk into. The men here had no shame, even less so than they had on the surface world. Vaggie could hear the obscene comments being made about her, usually saying how that they'd like to "hit that". Some even tried to get a little bit handsy with her, in which she'd draw her spear until they'd eventually back off, calling her a "prude" or "dyke" whilst sulking off.

Suddenly, Vaggie felt another demon approach her, however, this one was different. This demon had seemed to leap towards her and hug her tightly from behind, and Vaggie could feel that this one was a lot smaller and thinner than the rest of them, then the demon spoke.
"Oh my god, babe! I've been looking everywhere for you!"
The voice was female, high pitched, she was most likely around Vaggie's age. Vaggie couldn't quite get a good look at her.

"You're mistaken." Vaggie whispered to her. This demon was intruding her personal space, but her intentions didn't come off as malicious, at least, not yet. The other female then whispered back to her.
"I know, but this fucking douchebag won't get off my ass. So I told him you're my girlfriend. Would you please play along for me?"
Vaggie sighed. She didn't really want to, it'd be uncomfortable for her to pretend to be dating this stranger when she was already dating Charlie, but this was a common situation that Vaggie knew all too well, and wanted to help, after all, it's what Charlie would most likely want.

"Alright." Vaggie muttered.
"Good. He's coming this way. Just be cool, okay?"
Vaggie felt the other demon let go of the embrace and she turned around slightly to get a look at the demon who she agreed to help, and she felt her heart drop down to her stomach. This woman was none other than Cherri Bomb, the demon who Angel Dust had helped in the turf war, responsible for dismantling what little reputation the hotel had. Was she really going to help out this lady?

Then the man who Cherri was referring to stomped over. He was a large ox demon, with a couple of piercings on both ears and on his septum that seemed to gleam in the dim lights of the bar. There was a few seconds of silence before Cherri spoke up.
"Eat a dick, Magnus. I already told you I'm taken." She said smugly, placing her arm around Vaggie's shoulders.
"I don't believe you." The ox huffed.
"What? You want us to scissor right in front of you just so you can pick up the fact that I'm not interested?" Cherri retorted.

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