Charlie

5

Charlie's P.O.V.

We sent it an application for an interveiw to the news station. They didn't didn't accept it. Vaggie wasn't surprised at all.
I told Vaggie there was nothing wrong with continuing to persist. Vaggie said it wasn't a really good idea to piss off the central news station for Hell.
At this point though, I didn't really care. It was my only plan to save my people. I had no plan B, so plan A had to work.

Vaggie and I worked on making the place suitable, sweeping and hanging up portraits. We renovated a little bit, redoing the glass in the front doors and getting the staircase leading upstairs redone.
I put some food in the small fridge we had, even though it didn't look like anyone would be staying here any time soon.
Vaggie had handed out random flyers to demons standing nearby today, but I don't think much of an effect was made.

A few days later, though, we got a client.
He showed up about ten one night. Vaggie was asleep next to me on the couch, and I was watching TV, trying to calm my nerves.
When there was a loud knock on the door, I was kind of scared to go answer. No one was ever at the Hotel this late; besides Vaggie and I.
I got up and walked over to the door and swung it open.
There was a demon at the door, smirking down at me with his arms crossed. He had four arms instead of two, and his legs were... Long. He had to be at least six feet tall.

"Is this the Happy Hotel or whatever?" He said, shifting with obvious nervousness.
"Yeah. You're at the right place." I said this as positively as I could, hoping it would at least convince him to come inside.
"Can I stay here?" He asked.
"Can you come in so we can talk about it?" I asked.
He raised an eyebrow but then pushed inside before I could move.
I sighed.
I followed him in.
"Vaggie!" I called. "We have a client."
I grabbed the packet I'd made of the questions for the new clients to answer. This demon already seemed kind of care-free, I could even see it the way he walked. He sashayed into the living room, glancing at Vaggie's still-sleeping form, and then turned to face me. Then he looked down at the packet in my hands and groaned.

"This place really is what it presents itself to be, huh?"
I was a bit confused by his statement. "Why would I lie about it?"
"I dunno. Some people like making a fool out of themselves."
I narrowed my eyes and then slammed the packet on a nearby table.

"You know what? I won't make you fill this out. But you still have to follow the rules if you intend to sleep under my roof."

He crossed both sets of arms and put his weight on his right leg, smirking down at me.

"Alright, toots. Whatever you say."
I took a deep breath to calm myself and then spoke.
"No drugs-"
His eyes visibly narrowed at that.
"No drinking, no sex, no problematic language."
By the end of my sentence I could tell he already regretted this.
"Anything else?" He asked.
"You will not be allowed to leave the premises once you have signed the agreement form declaring you are staying here out of free will. Once you have been deterred clean from alcohol and drugs, you will be allowed to leave for small periods of time, and always with some sort of supervision. Agreed?"

He sneered at me.
"Fine. Give me the stupid paper."
I flipped through the stack on the table until I found it, and then offered it to him.
"Got a pen?"
I offered him the pen in my pocket.

He noticed the signature apple on the end of the pen.
"Your Dad give you this?" He asked.
I nodded.
He handed me back the pen and paper, sighing visibly.
I glanced at the name written in cursive on the dotted line.

Angel Dust ❤️

Oh, shit.