Vaggie wasn't sure when she fell asleep.
But honestly in the end it probably didn't matter, her main concern was whether or not she had completed her work.
As she rose up, though to her surprise she wasn't slumped on her desk, she didn't have a pencil or a sheet of paper stuck to her face or even a pain in her neck from sleeping at an odd angle. No, her head was comfortably against a pillow, she was snuggled up on the loveseat in her office and wrapped up in a fluffy blanket.
Her confusion on her face was apparent as she rose up and looked around, her vision still a bit blurry from sleep, but one particular red blur sitting at her desk stood out to her.
"Good morning darling!" It greeted as her vision adjusted, able to properly see the deer demon, "Sleep well?"
Vaggie groaned, honestly she liked him better blurry, "What a nightmare.." she said before flopping over and laying down again.
"Hey!" Alastor exclaimed standing up, "You can't go back to sleep."
Vaggie in response simply threw the blanket over her head.
"My dear you've nearly slept away half the day already." Alastor huffed, grabbing the blanket and attempting to pull it off, "Time to get up."
"Too early," Vaggie mumbled pulling the blanket back.
"It's nearly 11 am!" Alastor exclaimed, pulling the blanket harder but proceeded to kick in the gut backing him stumble a few steps back, holding his stomach, though he prided himself in not letting out any yelp of pain.
"Too early," Vaggie stated, pulling the blanket back over her as Alastor stumbled back.
Alastor still rubbing his gut, both surprised and impressed. Maybe he did underestimate the girl, she was unusually strong for a simple denizen of hell.
"C'mon now..." Alastor said weakly, "I made muffins."
"I'm not eating your shitty ass cooking." Vaggie huffed.
Alastor let out a dramatic sigh, "I did all of this paperwork for you, and I-"
"Wait." Vaggie said instantly getting up from the couch, throwing the blanket off her, and rushed over to her desk, "YOU did my paperwork?"
Alastors smirk began to seem a little more smug than usual, "I consider myself an amateur businessman. Use to handle stocks, some simple paperwork here and there is no trouble."
Vaggie blinked picking some of it up and flipping through it, to her surprise he actually did a decent job but a frown did slowly begin to form on her face, "Wait. You needed my signature for a few...a lot of these," she looked up at him, "How did you-"
"Forging a signature is fairly easy my dear." Alastor chuckled.
Vaggie glared at him, "Oh course you would know how to do that."
"You're welcome!" He singed, chuckling a bit, "Now," He summoned a plate of muffins and pushed it toward Vaggie, "You can thank me by having a muffin! You surely must be starved,"
Vaggie hesitantly looked at the muffins. Honestly, she was hungry. She didn't have any dinner and damn those muffins looked good. For a second she considered having one, subconsciously her hand reaching to grab one.
Alastor instantly took notice of this action, his face visibly brightening and he mover the plate closer enthusiastically beckoning for her to grab one.
Vaggie stopped. Looking at him.
She would have taken the muffin and she would have eaten it. Probably put this childish feud over food of theirs to an end.
But, the look he was giving her.
It was like a puppy begging for his owner to play with him. And Vaggie, for a split second, considered him...cute.
And instantly hated herself for it.
Even if it was less than one second, she hated the idea that she considered this monster, human. That for a split second she thought maybe this was a guy being genuinely nice and wanted to help instead of an evil manipulative evil overlord trying to trick her into trusting him so he could betray her.
Vaggie scowled and instantly drew her hand back, "No thanks." She huffed turning back to her paperwork, gathering everything up.
"Oh come on!" Alastor huffed, "I made all types! You have chocolate chip, blueberry, strawberry, banana nut, cinnamon, walnut, and even-"
"Don't care." Vaggie huffed, before turning back to him, paperwork in hand, "I'm not hungry. And I need to get this to Charlie anyway."
"I could-"
"No." Vaggie said already making her way to the door, "You've helped plenty already."
It was a sarcastic remark, but it did make Vaggie stop in her tracks and make her realize that he really did.
He did help her. And he probably was the reason she had no neck pains from passing out on the desk, and even if she didn't appreciate it, he did make her muffins.
She sighed. Honestly, even if she did hate the guy, he was helping. He probably did have an ulterior motive of sorts though it was hard to tell what it was exactly, no matter what his end goal was, Vaggie was sure it was nothing good.
And no matter what. She wouldn't trust him.
Whether he was using her to get to Charlie or something else, she wouldn't allow it.
Yet, Vaggie did feel just a little bad for being rude to him about this.
Only a little. She still hated the guy. Plus, knowing people like him if she kept being mean to him, he probably uses it against her. Guys like him know how to make it seem like he's the victim.
She inhaled before turning around to face him. Honestly, she remembered what Charlie had told her
'Humans are still human even if their bad ones. Doesn't mean we shouldn't show them at least a little kindness.'
"Look," Vaggie started off, god she was always terrible with words. "This doesn't change anything. Alright? I still hate you and I don't trust you. At all." She had to stop herself from snarling, "But," She took a deep breath, "You DID help me. And I guess..." she paused unsure of how to word it, "Thank you." She said finally, shifting her feet looking down, "And, uh, sorry about last night. What I did was...uncalled for."
God, she wanted to dig a hole and die in it about last night. Her anger was an embarrassing as well as annoying trait, she hated the fact that she lost control over something that small. She swore to herself to not let it happen again, especially not in front of him.
He didn't say anything keeping his usual grin, finally, he chuckled, "It's fine my dear. It barely fazed me anyway. I've dealt with much worse."
Vaggie wanted to snap at him but refrained, "Right." She turned back to the door, "But I like said. This changes nothing."
"Of course." Alastor said, before quickly asking, "Mind if I ask you a question?"
Vaggie rolled her eyes and turned to face him again, "If this is another dad joke I swear-"
"What will take for you to eat my cooking?" He interrupted,
Vaggie blinked.
"I mean seriously, even though you have the outrageous claim of disliking jambalaya, which I'm still certain I can change your mind on." Alastor continued, "What's wrong with the muffins? Don't lie and say you're not hungry, because if you don't like muffins then I am seriously worried about your mental health. Maybe you prefer a different type of breakfast food? Pancakes? I can make pancakes."
Vaggie raised an eyebrow.
"Or do you just not like breakfast food? Because you can ask for lunch food or uh, combine it with breakfast food, brunch I believe is what kids are calling it these days. Is that is? Would you like brunch? Lunch? I know this lovely recipe for fried chicken, goes great with hot sauce." Alastor said patiently waiting for an answer.
Vaggie stared at him for a long time, "What is it with you and trying to cook for me?"
"What is it with you and not eating it." Alastor was still smiling but his tone was whiney enough for a pout, "Is it because I'm a cannibal? Because I'm very offended if that's the case. I'll have you know I'm a gentleman and don't get others involved in that without asking first."
Vaggie couldn't help but chuckle, "Right." She turned to face the door again, "Well I'll have you know, I might eat your cooking one day if-" she paused as she laid her hand on the doorknob, "Didn't I lock this door?"
"If what?" Alastor asked, ignoring her question.
"I did, didn't I." Vaggie continued turning back to him, glaring, "How the hell did you get in?!"
"Focus on the more important things, my dear. You said I could get you to eat my cooking if, if what!?" He exclaimed, "Tell me!"
"You broke in didn't you!?" Vaggie growled, "You no good shitlord!" She exclaimed.
Alastor sighed, "You're not gonna answer my question are you?"
"Get out." Vaggie ordered, pointing to the door, "And I don't ever want to see you in here again, got that?"
Alastor gave a hum in response as he walked toward the door, opening it, he stepped out turning toward Vaggie, "I'll be in the kitchen. I made a promise to make Charlie some gumbo. She appreciates my efforts, unlike some people."
"Whoopie doo," Vaggie said sarcastically, holding back the urge to punch him. Of course, Charlie was impressed with her cooking, Alastor would spend more time with her.
Her heart ached.
They got along so fucking well, didn't they?
Vaggie walked over ready to slam the door in his smug smiling face, but before she did she decided to say something to hurt him, anger him, shock him, or anything really. She wanted to get a reaction out of him, for no other reason than pure spite.
"And for the record," She said grabbing the door, "I'll eat your shitty cooking if you can actually seriously impress me with the work you're doing for this hotel, for once." She barked out slamming it before she could see a reaction.
Honestly, that was kind of weak. But wasn't the worse insult she threw out at the top of her head.
She doubted it affected the demon lord that much but if it even ruffled his feathers even a little bit. Then, frankly, that was enough for her petty self.
She sighed before realizing she still had the paperwork in her hand.
Oh yeah, she needed to give these to Charlie, didn't she?
She do it later. If she was with Alastor right now then it be awkward to approach her and honestly.
She wouldn't be able to stand the sight of seeing those two together.