"I cannot believe it Tom! It's actually... snowing?!"
"Neither can I, Katie! This has been the first snowfall demons have seen in thousands of years, and the first time for us! Make sure to go outside and enjoy it... if you can stand the freezing temperatures, at least!"
The TV was turned off promptly, Husk muttering to himself about the lack of any decent entertainment as he cracked open a bottle of booze... only to find that the contents had frozen. "Oh, fuck off."
Sitting on a barstool was Angel, shaking as he held himself. Wearing his usual outfit, his skin was exposed, obviously not equipped for handling a winter setting. "Damn... I am not enjoying this."
"Cheer up, Angel! This could be the only time in our lives that we get to witness snow!" Charlie was on the opposite spectrum, having prepared just the perfect outfit for something like this. A scarf, beanie, and trench coat accentuated her bright, cheerful personality. Vaggie was also prepared, wearing earmuffs, a sweater, and sweatpants. Husk had his own fur jacket, snow pants, and ushanka. It seemed like everyone was prepared except for him.
Typically, Angel had the right outfit for the right time, having a number of ensembles prepared. The cold, however, was not something he ever thought of. Charlie was right: in all the years he had lived, he had never seen or felt snow. It was pretty great... at least, for the first hour. Now the cold was really getting into his skin. "I'm not kidding... I will pay whoever has a spare long sleeve."
Experiencing a similar dilemma, on the other side of the bar table, was Alastor. Although he was still smiling widely, he was very visibly shivering, his teeth subtly chattering. "W-what a... splendid occasion!" Carefully, he lifted his mug of hot chocolate, the liquid threatening to spill from the constant vibrating. It was a miracle he was able to drink without a drop falling.
"Can't you just use your magic to heat yourself up?" Angel inquired, and Alastor shook his head disappointedly.
"I'll exhaust myself trying to stay warm on pure magic... but nonetheless, today is truly a rare day to be celebrated!" Of course, in his mind, this was torture. Seeing the white flakes fall was a pleasant change, the a sky a reddish white instead of its normal deep, blood red. But, no demon was used to this kind of temperature. Unfortunately, he had forgotten to buy proper clothing as well, leaving the deer and spider to freeze as the other 3 celebrated. There was no way they could buy anything now either, as the stores would most likely all be closed, or sold out. Not wanting to show weakness and maintain his cheerful facade, he tried his best to ignore it.
"Seriously... I'm gonna fucking freeze to death here." As Angel said this, Alastor looked, remembering something.
"Hmm." Angel's attention was also caught as he saw the radio demon staring intently, along with the faint sound of white noise. He knew this to usually happen when the deer was concentrating.
Tracing Alastor's eyes, the spider blushed, though it would most likely be mitigated by the cold. A hand instinctively drifted up to his chest. Was he really looking at...?
"Something on your mind?"
"Nothing at all!" The response was swift, and Alastor was proud of his answer, eyes closed with that chattering grin. Angel wasn't convinced by this, part of him hoping that what he was thinking really was what Alastor was thinking. On any other normal day, Angel's advances would be rejected. But at this very moment especially, it would really be nice to hold someone right now. Angel shot his shot again.
"Oh, come on! You know what I'm thinking." Leaned over Alastor with frustration, the latter leaning back as well.
"What ever are you implying, my effeminate fellow?"
"Ugh, whatever... I'm going to my room. I'm actually going to die." Angel would not come out for the rest of the day, understandably. The hotel didn't have heat, but at the very least, there were a ton of blankets to use. For some time, it seemed as if it'd be enough.
But soon, night would fall, and the temperature would dive even more steeply. Twisting and turning in his bed, Angel was worried he'd actually die. Of course, demons couldn't die by these sorts of means, but it was still very uncomfortable. He wouldn't be able to sleep like this. Desperately, he held his countless blankets around himself.
"This isn't going to work..." This was the last straw. At this point he got up, leaving his room, his mind set on what he wanted. Unbeknownst to him, someone was thinking just the same thing.
In the end, he did resort to relying on his powers to keep him warm. But, magic required full concentration, and when he'd doze off, he'd wake from the chill quickly. Surrounding himself with many pillows and blankets helped, but it was not enough. Looking at the time, it was almost midnight. The deer groaned into a pillow, twirling around once more for a perfect spot, but to no avail. It was just too cold.
Then, he thought back to Angel. Immediately, he imagined the spider's multiple arms and fluff. Blushing lightly, he placed his hand over his face. The radio demon was offered... something. He was no stranger to Angel's many advances. Eyes blinking and staring at the ceiling, he sat up.
"Maybe..." Opening his door and stepping out into the hallway, he was surprised to see that someone was already there. "...fancy meeting you here."
"Uh... yeah." There was an awkward silence, as both of them had something to say. They waited each other out.
"It's... much colder than I had anticipated." Alastor spoke lowly.
"Yep, it's pretty crazy. I can't sleep like this."
"Me as well." There was another silence. Again, Alastor would be the one to break it. Angel's nerves had gotten to him, quite literally frozen in place. "...would you like to..." Trying to find the formal words to use, the deer fumbled. The blizzard outside hid his cheeks' tint. "...perhaps... hold each other?"
The question surprised the spider, his eyes noticeably widening. "What?"
The deer immediately interjected, realizing what he said could be left to many interpretations. "No sex jokes. And no inappropriate touching."
Angel was still in disbelief at what exactly he was hearing. All this time, countless attempts passed, he never thought he'd see the day Alastor would actually invite him to lay even a finger on the deer. Even Alastor seemed unsure of himself, quickly escaping the stare and going into his room. Of course, the spider followed shortly after, closing the door. Stepping in, it was the first time he had seen the radio demon's room, and wow, was it a total upgrade over the others. The bed was a regal design, the furniture was all brand new, and the scent of cinnamon and roses filled the air. It even had a fireplace, though the flame's presence seemed to not heat the room much at all. Alastor noticed the spider marveling.
"It's all temporary. Once I fall asleep, it'll look and feel just like the other rooms." Angel was still hesitant and just took a seat. Alastor waited, but Angel just sat, looking away.
"For someone who always jokes about making love to me, you seem scared. Do I intimidate you that much?"
"That's not it. This could still be an out of season April Fool's joke." Already thinking this was likely the case, Angel looked to the door, sighing.
"Do you want it to be?"
Finally, Angel laid down on his side, facing Alastor. "...no."
"Well. I didn't invite you here to lay away from me." Carefully, Alastor initiated contact by simply placing his hand over Angel's. Angel blushed deeply, this being the last thing he expected to happen next. The radio demon's grin wasn't present, him looking impassive. His red eyes easily penetrated the others' nervous, anxious ones. "If you're going to touch me, now is the time."
"Seriously, can you stop... you're acting as if this is some sort of deep thing." Angel let out a giggle as he brought a hand to his own mouth. Alastor's indifference turned into playfulness.
"No, you are the one acting like this is something deep. You're blushing so much." He gently brought a claw to the spider's cheek, causing Angel's laughter to cease. He felt the warmth of his flesh and saw the pink hue, seemingly growing. Angel's eyes were glued onto his, as if hypnotized. Finally, he pulled Angel towards him, embracing the other completely. The spider melted in the deer's embrace, his own arms also wrapping around the deer's slender build. Pushing his chest against Alastor, it was the other's turn to blush.
"Don't make it weird." Angel teased, and Alastor rolled his eyes, nuzzling onto the top of Angel's head.
"It is only weird if you make it so. I'm doing this purely to stay warm." Angel could've sworn that he felt a kiss, but he pushed this aside as his own imagination. No more words would be spoken. As they both relaxed and relished in each other's heat and touch, they soon were able to rest, feeling a warmth and comfort that could only be attained from having another present. Both would get the best sleep they had ever had in their entire lives in hell that hell frozen night, intertwined in each other's grasp.