Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

Cause & Effect

#RadioDust

[CW: Mature Content Ahead. No Under 18. Sexual content, threesome, spankings,]

Angel Dust stopped to breathe for a moment, his head was spinning and still pounding. He couldn't say if it was from the music in the bar, or it could have been from the explosions of the multitude of bombs that Cherri had tossed into the path of...well...everything...when they got into that little scuffle with Sir Pentious on the way home. It also might have been from the full bottle of tequila Angel had managed to guzzle down in the span of the last six hours. Whatever it was, maybe a combination of all, the effects were still beating down on the inebriated spider demon's poor head. He sat down on the second step of the porch, his pounding head in one set of hands, while the other set tried desperately to keep him vertical while he rested for a moment.

Angel had planned to get back to the hotel well before curfew, but he had been having fun and lost track of time. It wasn't so much that he minded flouting the rules every now and again, but he just knew that Vaggie was going to yell when she undoubtedly lectured him as if he were some pubescent teen, and Charlie would for sure be looking at him with those big disappointed eyes. Again. Honestly, he wasn't sure which was worse, and really, all he wanted right now was a "get out of trouble-free card" but he was pretty sure those didn't exist. If they did, he would have bought a thousand of those little bitches!

He sighed and laid back on the walkway of the porch. Even after all these years of being in hell he would still look for the stars. Of course, there was only a dark red inkiness above him, but he would just imagine the stars. He could almost see them if he closed his eyes and thought about it hard enough. By the time that he realized he was dozing off, he was too far gone to care. He was in enough trouble already. What did it matter if he slept the rest of the night (which was only about three hours anyhow) away on the front porch? At least Vaggie couldn't remind him that he had broken another rule by coming into the hotel intoxicated. Ha! He would get out of that one on a technicality.

He smiled to himself. Didn't matter anyway. He would just have to sit through a lecture, and it would be done with. No big. As he was slowly drifting into unconsciousness, he had the distinct feeling of being watched, but he was so very tired. Whoever it was, it would just have to wait. He never bothered to look behind him to see two glowing red eyes peering sharply from the window.

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Alastor wasn't much of a sleeper. To be honest, he didn't really need sleep very often, and even when he did, it wasn't sleeping in the conventional sense, but more like a machine going into a sleep mode. He would find a secluded place, usually a darker corner, back up against it to prevent any accidental knock overs, then he would just silently shut down most of his body. His eyes would still glow, just not quite so brightly, and they remained open, although they would fill with "static", and his smile was ever present. He might have gone to sleep mode tonight, if not for the present company.

Alastor disliked having company most of the time, as it was generally dull, but tonight it had been quite entertaining, and showed promise that soon it would become even more entertaining. As his esteemed guest returned from the powder room and took up a seat perching from a high-backed dining room chair, Alastor could see that they were becoming bored very quickly. It seemed that this would be the time to rise to the occasion, so to speak.

Alastor slipped outside using his shadow, and with a snap of his fingers and a quick flick of his wrist, a still very soundly sleeping spider had been suspended in midair and was being soundlessly shuttled from the front porch of the hotel to the upstairs, the third floor to be exact, to the home of the infamous radio demon and his lover, the "reformed porn star" Angel Dust. Hot on the trail of these two was a third demon overlord who had come to Alastor complaining about the behavior of the younger demon, who had been drinking and raising ruckus around the city. He had come to urge the overlord to do something to make it stop. Tonight had been the third time this week that his airship had been damaged by Angel Dust and his brightly colored female companion in mischief, Cherri Bomb.