Angel dust is an former porn star and Vaggie is a high tempered son of a bitch. They both work the "Hazbin Hotel", a place for all the demons in hell to get redeemed. This story kind of has no plot line or main story line so its all random. pls enjo...
NOTE : So after i wrote this i relized that i made to where the characters have their own kitchens in their rooms. Sry but its to late to go back and rewrite everything so you'll just have to excuse my mistake the whole story. Sry!
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"I think you should go.", Charlie said, cheerfully.
Vaggie leaned into Charlie's couch and crossed her arms.
"Why should i?", Vaggie frowned.
Charlie grabbed Vaggie's hands and held them in both of hers.
"Oh, come on. It might be fun. Please?", Charlie begged.
Vaggie just frowned and avoided eye contact.
"Please will u try?", Charlie pouted,"Come on Vaggie."
Vaggie rolled her eyes, sighed and let a smile creep onto her face.
"Fine, ok."
Charlie hugged her."I love when my friends get along!"
Vaggie patted her friends head. She could smell Charlie's scented shampoo. Charlie had always been a ball of joy, even in Hell. She let go of Vaggie, the biggest grin on her teady bear-like face.
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Meanwhile Angel Dust sat down at the hotels bar. Husk was sitting behind the counter, drinking a bottle of beer. Angel ran his fingers through his hair and grinned at Husk.
"How's my favorite grumpy bar tender doin?", Angel said smugly.
Husk just looked at Angel and let out a grunt. Angel leaned over the counter. He brought his face close to Husk's and batted his eyes.
"Oh, come on Husk. Its hard to flirt with ya if u ignore me."
"I'm not ignoring you, i'm simply pretending you don't fucking exist.", Husk said,"Now, do you want a drink or what?"
Angel got off the counter and sat normally in the seat.
"yeah, sure. Give me four shots of liquor.", Angel sighed."And maybe your phone number. You still haven't given it to me yet." He perked up, with his normal grin.
Husk gave Angel his drinks and pulled out a piece of torn paper and a pencil. Husk handed Angel the paper, leaned back and started sipping on his beer again. Angel read the paper and a confused expression crossed his face.
"The fuck? You gave me a (123)456-7890 number." He exlaimed.
Husk smiled and grunted. Angel frowned and laid his head on the counter.
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Vaggie finished making tea and popcorn for herself and Charlie. She brought the stuff over to the couch and sat down next to Charlie. Charlie grabbed the remote and pressed 'play' on the widescreen T.V. . They sat there, huddled under a soft blanket. They had gotten fourty minutes into the movie when Charlie's phone started to ring. Charlie puesed the movie and answered her phone.
