(y/n)'s brother has tasked her to pay back a demon named Angel Dust, for buying drugs off him, and is told where she can find him; The Happy Hotel. Soon after returning the money her brother owed, she runs into none other than the Radio Demon himsel...
"Ah shit, this is the wrong fucking place." A voice states.
You peak around the corner to the lobby and see a group of demons, including what appears to be a hellhound?
"Good going, dipshit. Now we've made a fool of ourselves." The hellhound speaks up.
"Now now, Loonie! We should see this as a business opportunity! *Ahem*" The demon in front of the rest of the group speaks up.
The hellhound rolls her eyes.
"We are the Immediate Murder Professionals! Our business is to—"
"I'm gonna cut you off right there, pal. We don't tolerate any self-advertising here, Jehovah Witnesses, you get the gist... unless you're willing to pay a price." Angel Dust speaks up, a popsicle in his mouth.
"Oh? Name your price! I'm Blitzo, by the way. The 'o' is silent!" The demon in front replies, a smile on his face.
"I'm Angel. Pornstar." The spider demon replies, removing the popsicle from his mouth.
Blitz chokes on his own saliva.
"Oh. My. God. I am such a fan of your work!" The female demon speaks up.
"Millie!" Another demon speaks up.
"It ain't no lie, Moxxie! He's a professional." Millie replies, looking at Angel with heart eyes.
"Sure am! Anyway, the price is simple. I suck your dick, you suck mine. You in?" Angel replies with a straight face, absolutely no shame whatsoever.
"Uhh, on second thought—"
"Oh shut it, Blitz! Do you not remember the things you've done for us? Y'know... Prince FUCKING STOLAS?" The hellhound yells.
"LOONA! We cannot disclose that information to the public!... yet." Blitz whispers, grabbing Loona's wrist.
She snaps it away, "Too fucking bad. We need our business to get recognized, and here's our chance."
Blitz lets out a sigh, "Fine... I'll sleep with—"
"Nooooononono! There will be noooooo sleeping with anyone! Angel here is trying to go clean!" Charlie interrupts, running up beside Angel.
"Go clean?! Jeez, what a fucking loser." Loona growls.
"...Tell me about it." Angel whispers, with a disappointed look on his face.
"Look! I'm really sorry, but we can't have any advertising here right now, especially since we just advertised our own hotel just earlier today...!" Charlie says softly.
"We get it. Thanks for the offer though, Angel. And good luck with your business!" Blitz replies, shaking Charlie's hand.
"Thanks, you too! You all seem like lovely demons!!" The blonde replies.
"Fuck no! We're all sacks 'a shit!" Loona calls out, before slamming the door behind her.
"...Nice people!" Charlie says with an awkward smile.
"Well, that was surely interesting! I guess you fine people aren't the only demons around that are desperate for recognition! ...Oh, such desperate times." Alastor speaks up, emerging from the shadows.
"Where the fuck did you come from?" Angel asks.
"Don't worry about that! What we should be worrying about, is what we're going to be eating tonight, especially so we can impress our first guest, right (y/n)?!" Alastor exclaims, looking over at you, who is still hiding around the corner.
You walk into the light, "Yeah...!"
"Oh, you're totally right, Al! Vaggie, do we have any leftover Chinese?" Charlie calls out.
"Nope! Husk decided to try some weird drink with a mix of the leftover Chinese, so it's all stuck in the blender as we speak." Vaggie replies.
"Oh! Uh, well...! We can always go out for dinner...?" Charlie asks nervously.
The room is silent for a few seconds.
"No, I am not going out in public with the Radio Demon—"
"That is a fantastic idea, my dear!" Alastor interrupts Vaggie, throwing his arm around Charlie.
Vaggie scoffs.
"Well, where to, hot stuff? I'm sure you know of many restaurants, considering how fuckin' proper you are!" Angel speaks.
"We'll see! Let us find our method of transportation first!" Alastor replies.
"I have my dads limo!" Charlie suggests.
"Wonderful! Everyone, into Charlie's dads limo!" Alastor exclaims, pointing towards the door.
"Ooo! Ooo! Me first!" Niffty calls out, running towards the door on her tiny legs.
Charlie opens the door for Niffty and you all leave the hotel and walk towards the long, white limo parked outside the hotel.
"Well this is a fucking train wreck." Husk groans, placing his cheap booze down.
"Wow, that car looks really nice." You speak up.
"That's my dad for ya..." Charlie says, looking down.
Vaggie places a hand on her shoulder.
Shit. Did I say something wrong?
Alastor quickly notices this and moves beside you in an attempt to make you feel less awkward, "So, (y/n)! What's your most admired dish?"
"Hmm... I'd have to go with steak." You reply, with no need for thought or hesitation.
"Mmm! A delicious dish indeedy!" The Radio Demon replies, licking his lips.
You let out a chuckle at that.
"Did I amuse you, my dear?" He asks.
"Not at all. Amusing me isn't as easy as you may think." You say, easing a brow.
"Is this your attempt to flirt with me, darling?" Alastor says, lowering his eyelids.
"N-No! Not at all. Weirdo." You stammer, quickly hurrying off towards the front of the group.
"(y/n), you good? You just appeared beside me like you came from fucking Narnia just now!" Angel says.
"That would seem so. Anyway, let's just get this dinner over with." You say, bending down into the limo.
"Hey, I totally fucking agree." Angel replies with a smirk, following in after you.
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