Intoxicated

1 - The Angel and The Demon

Angel Dust was in the lobby of the hotel, getting multiple angry messages from his boss, or 'pimp,' Valentino. He was angry after Angel went on a strike for a few days. Valentino threatened Angel into coming back in 2 days, or else. Angel's normal, funny, and loud personality was put on hold by stress and disappointment. He turned his phone off and put it in his pocket as he held back tears. Trauma had built inside of Angel. Not because of his job, but Valentino forcing him into doing worse for both him and his clients. He hardly made a dime out of his job.

Alastor was walking down the hall, had just gotten done discussing something with Charlie. As they walked off on their own, Charlie went back to the office with Vaggie while Alastor noticed Angels negative expression. For some reason, it bothered him to the point where he decided to sit down next to him. "Good evening, Angel!" Alastor said with his charming tone. Angel didn't move a muscle and mumbled, "yeah, you too." In a bummed out volume. "You seem to be troubled, what's going on?" Alastor adjusted the way he sat so he was more toward him. "I just- it's something that you wouldn't get. Ain't no point in trying to comfort me." Alastor nodded. "I see." He said, calmly for once. Silence broke through the hotel, they were the loudest people there normally, but they were being silent. Alastor grew a sense of worry for Angel. "Can I get you anything, dear?" Alastor asked him politely, but his question was ignored. Angels back was turned to him. "Angel?" He stood up and walked to the other side of Angel. "Ange- oh." Alastor was relieved to see that he had just fallen asleep. He felt as ease for some reason so he just went to his room, stopping by the kitchen to grab a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon red wine. As he was walking back to his room, he knew it wasn't right to just leave him there. 'But this is hell! So what if there is a right or wrong thing to do!' Alastor thought to himself. As he opened the door to his room, he slipped out of his attire and put on a crimson silk bathrobe along with matching slippers. He let out a long sigh and poured himself a glass of wine. This would usually make him satisfied, but that damn spider demon was preventing it. Alastor groaned and set his wine down. His chest was exposed out of his robe, so he re-tied it so it wasn't.

As he walked down the hall and to the lobby, there Angel was. He was in a different position, but fast asleep. Alastor felt his cheeks warm up at the sight. He softly smiled and tried to figure out how he was gonna get him back to his room. He simply tried waking him up by lightly tapping his back while whispering his name. It didn't work, but Alastor was thrown off track after he whispered his name one last time, Angel rolled over to his direction and smiled. "Al..." he said in his sleep. The blush that was already present on his face had grown redder and bigger. He stood it shock for a second. He quickly scanned the perimeter and turned back to Angel. He was gorgeous. Alastor put his arm under his legs and his back and lifted him up bridal style. Angel's head rested on Alastor's chest, still slightly smiling.

Alastor realized he needed Angel's room key to open the door, so he thought for a minute. 'Where does Angel keep his things... his pocket?' He thought. He reached for his pocket but only his phone was in it. 'Well... where else could it be then? I can't just wake him u-' Alastor's thoughts were interrupted by his realization. He kept a good deal of his things in his bust. He had to find a key card in his bust. As Alastor reached into his fluffy cleavage, Angel let out a gentle moan, Alastor's name leaving Angels mouth. Alastor stood in shock, his hand still in his warm fluff. He felt around some more and found it. He slipped it into the slot and the door unlocked. He opened the door and saw his room for the first time. It was decorated quite well. The walls were magenta and white striped. His bed sheets were pink and magenta with a light pink pillows and a small cushion that looked like a pig. Alastor walked over and set Angel in a chair and got his bed ready for him. Alastor picked him back up and put him in bed, covering his body with his sheets and his thick blanket. He had a few other things in his room, including a great deal of sex toys, but one thing that stood out to him was a sheet of paper with awful handwriting on it in pink ink. The only part that was even close to legible was one sentence. It read, "I quit, I don't want to get raped every fucking day by you anymore." Alastor was shocked to see this and felt bad for him. He knew at that moment it was for his boss, Valentino.

He quickly and quietly walked to the door of his room and walked out. He remembered something before he closed the door. He still had the card. He opened the door again and slipped the card carefully in his bust. He then left and walked to his room on the next floor up. A blush flooded his face as he opened the door and fell on his bed. This was a feeling he had never really felt. He sipped his wine and went to bed an hour later.

The next morning, he got dressed and headed down to the lobby to help Nifty with some things, but mainly just to see how Angel was doing. He walked down to see Charlie talking with Vaggie and Husk at the front desk, drinking who knows what kind of alcohol. Alastor greeted them. Nifty skipped over. "Good morning, Alastor!! You slept in!" Alastor was shocked. He looked at his wrist watch and it was 7:15. He was supposed to be awake at 6:45. "Oh, dear, forgive me, darling. I went to bed later than I should have."

Angel sluggishly walked down the hall and into the lobby. He stretched and ran his fingers through his hair. He was in a short and fuzzy robe and was holding his pet pig, fat nuggets. Alastor waved to him but didn't know he had a pet pig. He walked over to pat its head. "I didn't know you had a pet, Angel! It's quite cute." Angel was surprised by Alastor's opinion on animals. He figured he would want to eat the damn thing. "Thanks." He said. 

Angel and Alastor talked for a bit. It was a friendly conversation. Angel was actually a nice person when he wasn't always thinking about sex or stoned. Alastor was decent too when he wasn't constantly set on murdering someone. They talked for a long time. Eventually, Angels phone rang and a stressed look grew on his face. "Hold on, I better take this."