Vaggie had been grateful for Charlie's, well, to put it nicely, Charlie's enthusiasm.
She kept Alastor away from the hotel for nearly the rest of the day and even when he came back he was kept busy and away from Vaggie.
Just like she liked it.
Still now was her next problem.
Letting Charlie see her play.
She already printed out one version for Alastor and now she had to email it to Charlie.
Yet, despite agreeing on it, Vaggie wasn't comfortable with Charlie seeing it.
Honestly, it was a little embarrassing in a sense. She and Charlie had known each other for three years and had dated for two of those.
Yet Charlie still didn't know everything about her.
Don't get her wrong, Charlie knew a lot more than anyone else in hell, but Vaggie had still kept a lot of secrets.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Charlie, far from it. But Vaggie had done some...terrible things in her past and she has always been so worried about what Charlie would think.
It was ridiculous.
Charlie. The nicest, most amazing, and most understanding person in all of hell. Yet, Vaggie couldn't help but have this feeling that she be turned away.
This deep-rooted feeling that if Charlie knew who she use to be and that her entire perspective of her would change then Charlie would leave.
And no matter what, she couldn't lose Charlie.
She was all Vaggie had.
Again though the play didn't mirror her life perfectly, in fact, a lot of scenes were complete fabrications in no way related to her life, but even if Charlie didn't know everything she knew enough to tell what actually happened and what didn't.
Though honestly, maybe it was time Charlie knew.
Again they've known each other for three years now and Vaggie pretty much, albeit regretfully, accepted that she and Charlie wouldn't get together again so really what was stopping her?
Despite this Vaggie kept putting it off, after all with Charlie and Alastor gone she had to cover their duties until they got back.
So much to do, not enough time to worry about it.
However now she was at the point where it was hard to put it off.
It was late. Past ten o'clock. And Vaggie had already bathed and gotten dressed for bed. She should have went ahead and sent Charlie the stupid email, but as she pulled out her laptop and composed the email she just couldn't find herself able to press send.
I mean, she had been busy all day she could just tell Charlie she immediately passed out.
But then in the morning, she would probably have to send it in, though, she could fake a migraine. But then-
Ugh, stalling was pointless wasn't it?
What was wrong with her? This was her idea and yet she couldn't follow through with it, god she really was pathetic wasn't she?
As she struggled with the current situation, there was a knock at the door.
Vaggie looked over to the door, she wondered briefly who it would be at this hour.
Actually, the right question is who would be here at this hour with the decency to knock.
Honestly, that narrowed it down to Charlie. Probably here to ask why she hadn't received a copy of an email.
She was both nervous and relieved by the idea. On the other hand, she still loved Charlie and always enjoyed seeing her. Yet, she still was worried about Charlie asking about it.
She sighed then walked toward the door, better to just pull the bandage off now. She opened the door and it was...
Fucking Alastor.
Goddammit.
"H-"
Vaggie immediately slammed the door shut and turned away,
Cue the rapid knocking.
"Don't think you can ignore me!" He exclaimed, "I'm not afraid to just barge in!"
"Be quiet shitlord, people are trying to sleep." Vaggie huffed, "And I locked the door."
"Nah ah ah!" Alastor laughed, "Angel Dust broke the lock remember?"
Oh shit. Man, she really wished she hadn't yelled that out loud.
She sighed, rolling her eyes before going back to the door and only cracking it a bit, only enough to just barely see the bastard, and she one foot firmly behind the door in case Alastor decided to use this small entryway to barge in.
"What?" She asked annoyed, scowling.
Alastor seems to tilt his head a bit, at least from what little she could see, "I thought you would be happy. I knocked this time."
"Woopie doo. Want a metal?" Vaggie asked sarcastically, "Now, what do you want?"
Alastor hummed, whether it was out of annoyance or amusement was hard to tell, "Well, I was just going to tell you that me and Charlie got a lovely stage prepared. I would be happy to show you it tomorrow."
"Yeah. No." Vaggie laughed, "Write the address down and leave it in my office, I'll check it out by myself."
"Wouldn't it just be more convenient for me to show you the way?" Alastor asked, a hint of snark in his voice.
Vaggie rolled her eyes, "Is that all?"
"Weeeeelllll..." Alastor chuckled, "I have yet to receive the copy of your lovely play."
Oh right. She had been so focused on Charlie she completely forgot about Alastor.
"Oh, uh." She cleared her throat. "Right. I'll get it real quick." She closed the door again before he could respond then walked to her desk where her still open laptop was. She opened a drawer and pulled out the copy before walking back toward the door.
Honestly, the idea of Alastor reading her works didn't affect her at all. I mean he honestly didn't know Vaggie enough to make the connections to her real life and even if he did, Vaggie wouldn't care. Frankly, he had done worse and had no right to judge, what he thought of her didn't matter to Vaggie.
She opened the door again, a bit wider this time so she could him the copy of the script, it allowed for both of them to better see the other.
Vaggie handed him the script, "Here."
Alastor took, beginning to briefly look over, "The fall of the whore?" Alastor asked having read off the title.
Vaggie simply hummed in acknowledgment about to close the door.
Quickly Alastor put one hand against it, stopping it from closing, his gaze on Vaggie, "Something the matter dear? You look distressed..."
Vaggies eyes widened, she had always been pretty expressive though not as much as Charlie but was she really so easy to read. Vaggie was quick to replace her surprise with a frown, "None of your business."
Alastor sighed, "Fine. But talking about it might make you feel better my dear."
Vaggie simply glared at him.
"But I won't persist." Alastor sigher again before beginning to skim through the copy, "However, one more question before I take my leave."
Vaggie groaned, "What?"
"Have you thought any about my suggestion?" He asked,
Vaggies frown deepened, "Your what?"
"About performing!" He said as if it was obvious, "I'm sure you be a delight to see on stage!"
Vaggie slowly began to smile, "Actually. I have."
"Annnnnnnd?" Alastor asked,
"And I will perform," Vaggie said almost smirking.
"Really!?" Alastor nearly gasped, "Oh! That's wonderful news! Tell me what character is it!? Ooo! And please tell me you get a musical number!"
"Slow down there mucaho." Vaggie said with a light chuckle, "I'm playing Isla. She's the maid of Antonio, the play's main antagonist. She's a very minor character."
Very minor that she almost didn't have a name.
Alastors grin seems to falter, "So no musical number? Oh boo." He huffed a bit, "Well is that the only casting choices you've made?"
"No actually." Vaggie said, "I've already cast the two main leads."
"Oh?" Alastor asked with mock obliviousness, he knew full well he was casted.
His smugness almost made Vaggie want to cast someone like Husk as the love interest to spite him.
"Yes." Vaggie said taking a deep breath, "Charlie will be Gabriella the main protagonist, and you will be Lorenzo her childhood friend."
Indeed at the start of the play, they are just friends but by the halfway mark they confess their love for each other.
Vaggie briefly wondered if she should have told him that but figured it didn't matter. He'll find out once he reads the damn thing.
"Lorenzo..." Alastor said looking up seeming to be deep in thought, "I like the name. Tell me more about this character."
"You have the play." Vaggie said bluntly, "Just read it."
"Oh? But you are the director that made the casting decision so I must know," Alastor asked teasingly, "What makes you think I would be good enough to play one of the main characters?"
Vaggie glared, he was trying to weave a compliment out of her and she wasn't going to allow it. "You and Lorenzo share the quality of being so persistent and stubborn that he annoys nearly everyone he meets."
"You really are no fun aren't you?" Alastor huffed, tucking the copy underneath his arm, "Though do tell. Has Charlie read it yet? I love like to hear her thoughts on it. Even if I don't doubt it's nothing short of amazing."
Vaggie rolled her eyes at the compliment, but she visibly shifted uncomfortably at the question, "I, uh, haven't sent it to her yet." She awkwardly confessed.
The look Alastor gave her made her wish that she had lied.
"Oh?" He asked his eyes narrowing a bit, "And why not?"
Vaggie scowled, "None of your damn business."
"But Charlie was so looking forward to seeing it," Alastor asked his tone smug sounding, "You wouldn't want to disappoint your little Charlotte would you?"
Vaggie gritted her teeth. Her little Charlotte? Was that a nickname he made at random or was Charlie letting him call her that? Was it used to make her angry? Did Alastor know about her feelings? About her relationship with Charlie? Was this all some funny sick game to him? Flirting with Charlie in front of her then coming to bother her about it?! The bastard!
"Fuck off shitlord!" Vaggie barked before attempting to slam the door shut again.
Alastor was quick to put his foot in front of it to stop it this time, but sorely made the mistake of underestimating Vaggies strength as she at pull force to continue to ram the door into the foot and forcing it against the door frame. An unnatural sounding crunch being heard.
Alastor didn't let out any sound of pain, but his eyes nearly popped out of his skull and his grin was only shakingly staying on.
He forgot how strong she could be.
He was about to say something as Vaggie pulled back the door, but only to slam it back toward his foot three more times at lightning speed.
Alastor had to bite down on his lower lip to not scream in pain and almost nearly chomped off his bottom lip in process.
"Please stop." He managed to rasp out.
Vaggie pulled the poor back once again, looking at him with an annoyed expression, "You really are stubborn aren't cha?"
"Same could be said for you." Alastor chuckled keeping up his demeanor the best he could with a now smashed foot.
"It be easier if you would take a frickin' hint." Vaggie huffed, "Look I answered all your damn questions. Now leave before I break your other foot."
Alastor rolled his eyes, "Always so violent you." He mumbled, "But I do genuinely want to know what's bothering you. Maybe I could help."
Vaggie laughed, "First off. I don't want your help." She stated, "Second off, it's none of your business. And finally," she took a deep breath, "It's really nothing major. Just some...writers nerves." She said just saying anything to satisfy this annoying deer.
"Writers nerves?" Alastor asked tilting his head.
"Ya know.." Vaggie said half-heartedly, thinking for a bit about the best way to describe her excuse. "The feeling every artist gets when their about to present their work, especially for the first time, the feeling of dread, worry, and existential fear?" Vaggie asked.
I mean it wasn't a complete lie. Vaggie was worried about finally presenting her work but it wasn't the main reason she hadn't shown Charlie yet.
Alastor hummed, "So...the main reason you haven't shown Charlie is because you're scared?"
Vaggie shrugged, "Yeah."
'And now please leave' was what she wanted to add to that statement.
Alastor chuckled, "Wow." He stated, "I honestly expected more from you."
Vaggie blinked, "Excuse me?!"
"Well I mean this was your idea after all, and yet you're refusing to let Charlie see your work because of nerves?" Alastor asked
"Hold on. I'm not refusing I'm just-" Vaggie got interrupted.
"Stalling?" Alastor chuckled, "Honestly considering the amount of bravery you showed when I first arrived made me think you were better than this." Alastor sighed as if he was genuinely disappointed, "Yet here you are letting some silly fear control you."
Vaggie began to growl, "Now you listen here-"
"It really does make you think," Alastor interrupted again this time with a bit of a laugh, "If you really are as interesting as I originally thought."
"And what is that suppose to mean!?" Vaggie hissed, honestly ready to slit this shitlords fuckin throat open.
"Well if you are such a coward maybe I will just, what did you call it?" He chuckled, "Take a hint? Yes. Might do that." He laughed beginning to walk away.
"You, you! You-" Vaggie wanted to scream at him, actually no. She wanted to scream at him then shove her spear up so far up his ass until it came out like his mouth like a big fish kabob. But it was late and she knew this wouldn't end well if she did go out and attack him. Using the little control she had left, she bit down on her tongue to stop her from saying anything before slamming the door shut.
Immediately she jumped onto her bed, grabbed a nearby pillow, and screamed into it.
Oh. She fuckin hated the guy.
She should have slammed his frickin head in the door watch it smash open like a watermelon.
Vaggie took a few deep breaths, managing to calm down but dammit she hated that shitlord.
She shouldn't have said anything. Hell, she shouldn't have answered the fucking door.
However, despite it all, it seemed like she had a way out of this problem.
If Alastor held any truth to his words then if she didn't send Charlie the stupid email he would leave her alone like she wanted.
However, even if he did actually do that, she would still be doing what he wanted and what he expected. It would be like letting him win because she quit the game.
Granted Vaggie never wanted to play the game and she had very little choice in the matter, so doing this should be her way out.
Yet, goddammit, the fucker had to be smug.
And Vaggie would rather die another death than give him even a small amount of satisfaction. So to sum it up,
Fuck it.
Vaggie marched back over to the laptop.
If she was playing then she was fucking playing. And she'll beat Alastors ass harder than she beat Angel in monopoly.
Without hesitating this time she pressed send.
Vaggie turned around and to no one in particular raised up both of her middle fingers.
Because fuck you Alastor.