Chapter One

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Music.
That's what angel loved more than sex, drugs, or his job. In fact, he hated his job. It just wasn't thrilling anymore. So, he had quit, and started a career on dancing.

3rd person P.O.V

"Alastor?" A certain long haired blonde asked the tall smiley demon.
"Yes Charlie? What is it? Did someone check into the hotel? Did someone die?" Alastor questioned, as he was walking up the stairs. "No, and No. Nobody died, I was just wondering if you've seen Angel Dust lately." Charlie replied, following him. "Have you checked in-" He was interrupted by a loud "ARE YOU SERIOUS? ITS SATURDAY,I-ugggh I hate it when you fucking guilt trip me, motherfucker. Yeah yeah, I'll be there in like, 10 minutes? Maybe sooner" Alastor looked at Charlie and said "Does THAT that answer your question darling?" And with that, he headed back downstairs, forgetting why he went up there. "Angel! There you are! I was looking everywhere for you,also I heard you yelling, are you Alright?" Charlie asked the Spider. "Yep, I'm alright, Boss called, said I had to go in, even though Saturdays are usually my days off" he replied, heading downstairs. "Angel, darling, you really should quit..." Alastor had spoken, sitting down on the couch, sipping coffee. Angel rolled his eyes. Fuck, I still haven't told them yet. But, what if they think I'm only doing it for the hotel,and not because I wanted to? He thought, as he looked at his watch, Shit, I'm gonna be late. "Welp, I've gotta go, see you later!" He ran to his small little dance studio, and met his boss there.

A/N
Holy shit, I'm sorry I made you wait for this, I've just been busy, AND I thought nobody would've read this, but apparently 15 people do! So, THANKS! Also! If you're confused, Angel Dust quit his sex job, and became a dancer. I know, seems lame. But! I really thought it would be a cute little Au!
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