Seeing the demons all around begin to grab hold of each other, Alastor sighed, his previous content smile fading. The ending ceremony was something he always found distasteful. It was now time to make his leave. Seeing a decent chunk of eyes on him, he simply showed a palm, heading towards the exit. Anyone who didn't get the message was given a harder push, the shadow knowing its owner's desires. Yet, more and more seemed to come, some trying to lure him with sweet words.

"Will all of you please get the message? I am not interested." Alastor was starting to get frustrated now, though he reserved his killing hand.

"Alastor, buddy! Come on!" That was Husk's voice, nearly lost in all the wave of commotion and noise. Alastor would regret looking. He was already in the process of receiving... a fellatio, while 3 other demons shoved their breasts in his face.

"What's the matter, radio demon? Too chicken to participate?" Vox taunted as a someone was already bouncing on top of him, while another sat on his...

'That actually works?' In any case, he needed to bleach his eyes after all of this.

Looking back to center stage, he found out just why they were continuing to come in droves. Lucifer was actually ordering them to come to him. As they locked eyes, Lucifer simply offered a shrug, grinning. Pointing a makeshift pistol finger at his head, Alastor gave a nonchalant pow effect, and disappeared into black mist, leaving the scene.

"What kind of maniac forces others to have sex... oh wait." Alastor smacked his own face for asking such a ridiculous question, appearing at the front of the hotel. The streets were crowded and continuing to celebrate the night, most likely all the way until the next day's morning hours. Opening the two double doors and switching the 'open' sign backwards, Alastor was glad to see this very normal, familiar feeling of the hotel.

'Empty, and quiet.'

That is, until he heard the faint clinking bottles. Walking over, Angel came into view, sitting right on the counter with quite a few bottles lined up. He had, of course, decided to take the most expensive booze that was meant to be reserved for birthdays, parties, any sort of special occasion. Before he could swig the bottle, Alastor appeared right next to him.

"Gah! Dammit!" Alastor chuckled as Angel tipped over, nearly dropping the bottle. It looked like he was still completely lucid and hadn't started drinking yet.

"You... have got to stop doing that." His chest heaved up and down, and he relaxed once again, taking a drink.

"Oh, but it is just too fun." Alastor eyed the drinks next to Angel. "Do you mind spotting me one of those?"

"Really? You're going to drink tonight?"

Angel looked at him weirdly, but slid one across right to him. In a smooth motion, Alastor flicked it open with a shadow, and it tipped the bottle for him.

"You seem different today." Angel's voice was somewhat lower and without the embedded lust it had.

"Do I? Well, so do you."

A loud crash from one of the rooms, made the two look at each other. Angel nodded, and wordlessly, they got up, making their way to the room in question. They had had their fair share of intruders, though it was pretty rare since the hotel never had anything of value to rob. Maybe the infinite booze chest was something, but that was never the target for whatever reason. It was coming from the bedroom, and it was slightly open.

"I'll swing it open and-"

WHUMP!

Angel rolled his eyes and pocketed his gun. Alastor had decided to just go his own way... and both were greeted by a tangled up Charlie and Vaggie, who had knocked down a vanity.

They were scissoring.

"What... the... fuck?" The moth was wide-eyed and looked just about ready to kill the two taller demons.

Alastor coughed and immediately reached for the doorknob, slamming the door backwards again, and walking straight to the bar. Angel was in an uproar of laughter as he watched the Radio Demon hurriedly go back to the bar, also walking his way back.

"You..." Angel gasped for air, wheezing. "...thought there was a robber... AHAHAHA!"

"Oh please! You thought so too!" Alastor sat back down and began drinking the bottle he had left, the shadow still holding it in place for its master.

"Oh, good Satan... that was too good."

Alastor was annoyed at first, his eyes narrowing as he watched the Angel continue to laugh for the next minute or so. But, seeing him once again smile... and not just in that ordinary, horny smile he'd always have on, made it worth it. It was a wonderful, fulfilling feeling. This was certainly a true smile. Angel would eventually notice the stare, still grinning.

"What?"

At this, Alastor shook his head, once again drinking. Angel, seeing his friend clearly hiding something just from the reaction, insisted, moving a seat closer; they had been at a 3 seat distance. Noticing this, Alastor was already starting to lean back.

"No, really. What's up?"

"Darling, you are the one who hasn't been smiling all day until now. Why don't we talk about you?" Alastor quickly retorted to move the topic away from him. Angel's observation was right, but he wasn't keen on sharing today's experiences with someone who seemed to relish those types of opportunities. This was huge cause to his shock about Angel leaving the party. Wouldn't he want to stay for the ending ceremony alone? And there were plenty of drinks too, even if he wanted to just stay for that.

Angel sighed, leaning onto the counter with one elbow, his palm on his cheek. He watched the liquid in his own bottle sway from side to side, as if he was deciding whether or not to say. Alastor was patient though, waiting.

"Valentino." Angel began then took an extra long swig, as if it was only the alcohol letting him tell the story.

"I was... dating him."

"The most sleazy, idiotic boss in the world, and your literal boss." Alastor was already rolling his eyes, but it certainly fit Angel. He could be rather naive and make some of the most terrible decisions ever.

"Yeah. Looking back, I was honestly... a fucking idiot." Angel sharply exhaled the last few words and turned away, wiping his eyes forcefully.

Alastor didn't move, staring indifferently. What should he say? Was there even anything?

"He said he loved me. Said I was his one and only."

Alastor nodded, as if to say, 'Go on.' Though, in his mind, this was already sounding like a terrible lie to buy into.

"I caught him with someone else."

"Hm... let me guess. You saw him fornicating with another- no. Fornicating with three other demons." This was accentuated with Alastor holding out his hand, three fingers up. This was meant to be a joke, but Angel wasn't laughing.

"Try five."

"Oh. I... I see." Wrong words. But, now he knew why Angel didn't want to attend the ceremony. He wouldn't want to see his ex having sex, of course, nor have sex with him. In any case, no one would be in the mood after a breakup, anyways.

"Now I understand."

"Eeeeyep."

Angel shook his head, tipping his empty bottle on its side, and letting it roll off the table. Alastor would catch it with a shadow, not wanting him or the other to bother with cleaning it later.

"What about you then?"

"How do you mean?" Alastor raised an eyebrow.

"I showed you mine. Now show me yours."

Rolling his eyes, Alastor figured it couldn't hurt. Angel may tease him about it, but it would be great to get this off his chest.

"Well, I suppose I can share. You know about the ceremonies Lucifer hosts every year."

"Uh huh." Angel had attended most of them.

"Well... I never attend the end for a reason." Alastor could remember the very first time he had attended the ceremony. He was much younger and innocent, despite the cruelties he had already afflicted onto hell's landscapes. That's what being a boss means, after all. To be able to leave your mark with such a lasting impact. As soon as he saw everyone begin to kiss, and strip, he ran. It just made him so uncomfortable to see these demons, some friends, some foes, suddenly start... revealing this other side. Perhaps the most lasting image was of his bodyguard, who decided to bottom for a rival boss.

"Erm..." Shaking out of his flashback, Alastor looked at Angel, who was still paying attention.

"Anyways... I just cannot understand it. What's the point of it all?"

"You're... talking about sex, right? Because if you're looking for a pep talk about why you should be alive..."

"No, no! I enjoy living here just fine, Angel Dust."

"Right on. Because we both know I'm the last person to ask about that." Angel laughed for a moment, and tried to think of a way to tackle this. This was such a weird question. He never even thought of it himself. Maybe he had, but, he'd just keep going for the sake of doing so. Sex had become his main role in this society, and he was getting paid for it. Well, all until he caught Valentino redhanded, of course. That business deal was done forever. Angel continued.

"Well. When two people love each other..."

"Please tell me you're joking."

"I am. Well... sort of. That really should be the point of it. For love, and to share your own body with that loved one. But..."

Angel couldn't help but think of the things he had done himself.

"...as you know, most demons down here just skip that part and do it for pleasure."

Angel was right, Alastor knowing this much. But even then... was it really worth it? It felt so indecent, and wrong to just have sex for the sake of feeling it. Sure, they were demons and meant to lack any moral standards. Alastor himself certainly had no qualms about ripping off a demon's head for looking at him sideways, for example. But... just this one particular action always struck him as different, and to put it simply, weird.

"Does it really feel that good?" There was a hint of mocking in Alastor's voice, who looked very unconvinced.

"Well... if the person you're doing it with is someone you love, then yes. What, have you never had sex?"

This felt like a stab at Alastor, who seemed to blush for a split second. Immediately, he looked to the opposite corner, the shadow dropping the bottle it was holding.

"W... what? Yes, of course I have! I've had many... err, courtships! Filled with the most scandalous and memorable romances in hell's history!" Alastor was lying, of course. If he had to make up something on the fly, he would. He was certain Angel wouldn't be an expert on the history of hell anyways.

"Hmm. So the Radio Demon's a virgin? Who would've thought." Angel was having a giggly fit at this point, unable to hold it back.

"I AM NOT!" Alastor boomed as he stood up, trying to be as intimidating as possible... but his blush was too obvious, even in all of the red he was dressed in.

"Pffft! Al', you don't have to be so ashamed of it!"

"I HAVE had sex! I'd make you SCREAM in bed!"

Angel's eyes were wide as he heard that last part, genuine surprise at the claim. This quickly turned into the very lecherous smile Alastor had seen so many times. Angel's most natural smile.

"Oh really?"

"I... yes! My skills are unmatched! You... you would not be able to walk for a week!" Alastor almost immediately regretted answering so quickly.

This was priceless. Alastor was most definitely lying. Already formulating a scheme, the spider smirked, crossing his arms.

"Show me."