Chapter 9: First shift

"White Russian? Who drinks that?"

"Me that's who."

"I figured you for a Mojito type of guy."

"I drink those too; bless those Cubans."

"You do you. Also, something to remember about the different variants of a Four Horsemen..."

"I thought there was one-"

"Be realistic; this is Hell."

Roy paused as he stopped sipping from his White Russian. "Shirley" continued to explain certain drinks to him while introducing the kind that only existed in Hell. Thankfully Husk had given Roy somewhat of a refresher course. Although these Hell-based drinks were nothing that Roy expected to come across during his time here. In fact, the ingredients alone made him ponder if he would even be able to produce what was requested…

"…Did…did that stuff just move?"

"That's why you need to mix it with lime or any other citrus ingredient quickly before it gets out of hand."

Roy finished his drink as Shirley continued to show him out to make a "Gambit's Deal" before him. "…Is that stuff alive?"

"…I don't even know; I stopped asking questions five years ago when I first got here," answered Shirley.

"I think I am getting to that point myself…" Roy took a moment to look at his surroundings and remind himself for the thousandth time that he was in Hell. "Hasn't been a week and I am getting to a point where I question if even questioning what I see is worth the trouble…"

"Eh you'll get used to it. But hey at least you're not being poked repeatedly by little demons with tridents while tied up in a large cauldron."

"Heh, my version Hell was drowning while desperately trying to reach the surface…only to come across sourcing flames that burned me the moment I surfaced…" Leaning on the counter, he watched as two nameless demons were sweeping the floor and wiping the tables respectively. "Kinda strange that we can go about our own business…"

"I never actually gave it any thought. I just always assumed that it was a survival of the fittest," explained Shirley.

Roy leaned back and took another look at the options that he would have to deal with tonight, thinking about how packed this place must be even on weekdays. "…" Closing his eyes he rubbed his face until he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"You ready for tonight sweetie?" asked Mimzy before she took a seat. Now with his attention, she then added, "You seem nervous but I promise you it'll be a swell time tonight~"

"Yeah I am just thinking about my situation here."

"And it's a very good situation! You're quite lucky that you and I met and that you already have a place to stay safe. Hell is never kind to the new arrivals that come here everyday after all."

"…I can imagine," said Roy as he remembered his former companion. "By the way, I don't know much of the other staff here aside from me and Shirley…" Looking behind him, his new demon friend was cleaning glasses and stacking them in a consistent pattern.

Mimzy took a sip of her drink. "I well those two are Harry and Spice."

Roy had no comment on that.

"In the kitchen, we have a lot of talented cooks who keep things quite clean; I don't know if Lucca is a germaphobe but he has zero tolerance for anything less than a white glove's paradise."

"That's a good thing right?"

"Eh sometimes; he very particular about who he allows back there…any who, you'll see the servers arrive twenty minutes prior to our opening typically. So far I don't hear any complaints from my loyal patrons so you should get along with them without worry." Facing the rest of the floor, she took a glance at the stage. "I typically hire entertainment to keep the guests distracted and content. Mostly musical as one would expect but occasionally we get comedians especially when needing to add variety in this place."

Roy watched as Mimzy finished her drink and placed it on the table. Before he could say anything, Shirley gave him a good shove of the elbow which naturally confused him until he realized that a refill was expected. With that in mind, he looked down and then behind him before he remembered what he spent the last hour learning from Shirley. Within no time he poured a lovely amount into her glass. No new olive was needed since Mimzy had yet to touch hers in the glass. Roy then watched as Mimzy took a sip without turning her head, making him wonder how well he made the drink.

"Hmmm…not bad. You should stir it a bit longer next time but I am glad you didn't go with shaken. But after a few more of these you'll make the perfect martini in no time~" A wink followed before she reached for her picked olive and ate it. Afterwards she left the glass on the counter and walked away.

Taking the glass away, he came to realize that the olive was an indication of whether or not Mimzy was content. At least this time he would be prepared as Shirley made a comment on the situation.

"Not bad, not bad at all. Of course, I would have gotten it done a lot faster; a chilled glass loses its fine characteristics faster than you think." Shirley then took the glass from Roy's hand and added, "I am sure that even you know that much…"

Roy's brow narrowed at Shirley's remark. "Thanks 'Shirley'…" Roy rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, giving his trainer a long look.

"…You got a problem?" Shirley faced Roy when it became obvious that he was having an apparent issue.

"…Seriously? 'Shirley'?"

"Yeah, that's my name?"

"You're a guy; why are you named 'Shirley'?"

'Shirley' was naturally offended. "My mother named me 'Shirley'!" said the seven-foot muscular lollipop demon. Of course, he settled down and elaborated more on the origin of his name. "My mother always wanted a girl, but I was her third kid and she knew that she wasn't going to be able to have children anymore at a certain point. So I became the closet thing until I started packing actual muscle during my youth."

"What, did she dress you up in clothing made for girls for like a few years until you were five or something?" joked Roy as he chuckled a bit afterward.

"…" Shirley said nothing and looked to the side before making himself a drink…showing a soft indication of a flushed face.

"…Oh…I am…sorry…" Roy looked to the opposite as he felt guilty now, even stroking his neck in the progress.

"Eh you ain't the first…dick."

Roy ignored that as he was handed a drink while Shirley lifted his own glass.

"Salud." Shirley lifted his glass.

"Salud." Roy lifted his glass.

It would be uneventful for a while longer as Roy and Shirley had finished setting up the bar. Both had simply conversed about their interests and lives from when they were both alive. Apparently, Shirley had died in the mid-2000s thanks to some poor choices that landed him in prison. Yet he seemed to brag about it more than one would expect, with the nature of his words along the lines of "making a few of those fuckers handicap before he went down". One had to wonder how getting repeatedly stabbed in the shower allowed one to last as long as he claimed.

When the conversation shifted to his own life, Shirley was seemingly interested in the sailor's life that Roy lived especially when he died quite recently. This being from working on an Aircraft Carrier from time to time and just working with jets in general. Not only that but Shirley reminded Roy of Cherri due to the apparent mutual admiration for explosives. And finally, the overall stereotypes of living such a life.

"…So you're a gay? Not that it matters or anything-"

"Nope. Straight as they come," insisted Roy as he watched the stage being set up by some new demons that he had yet to meet before leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.

"But like, there are gays in the Navy right? I mean that saying has to be accurate somewhat?"

"I can't speak for the previous generations, but I promise you from personal experience that the modern Navy is quite diverse when it comes down to the people you meet. Not just their sexual desires but just where they're from, their religion, their views on certain things. Kinda nice actually when there's a variety with the type of people you can meet and work with," explained Roy.

Shirley was clearly envious as he rubbed his chin and asked even more questions with more enthusiasm. "So like, from what places?"

"I mean all over the US…and of course those outside of it. Like…I knew five people in my squadron straight from Africa who joined the service once they immigrated or at least one of them…I think like most of them lived in the states for a few years before they enlisted for an easier way to gain citizenship…" Nywair did tell him that he lived in the US for at least five years after coming from Kenya and his plans to become a doctor thanks to the G.I. Bill. "You hear the same with others; especially Filipinos which surprised me…" Thinking about it some more, he felt natural pain remembering his former shipmates who were likely mourning over his unexpected death. "…Some from China…never did learn mandarin like I wanted despite practicing on occasion…" He thought of Xu and Bao. "…Never got to try that new restaurant that people were raving about at work…" He thought of Khan. "…I really miss getting legit tacos every Tuesday night with some people that I knew…" He thought of Aguilar, Sanchez, and Diesta. "…And…." He thought about how Williams made some of the best southern BBQ around, and going to his monthly BBQ was to die for. Roy immediately thought of everyone once again, trembling a bit as he grew abnormally cold.

"Hey you okay?"

Roy froze as the demon with the broom had stopped and looked at him for a moment. "…Yeah I am…I am good…" Standing up straight, he rubbed his face and was thankful that he didn't shed a tear. "Just kinda nervous about my first night working here; this place screams expectations you know?" insisted Roy.

"Nah you're good man. Mimzy may come off as strict but she's more patient than you expect her to be," he responded.

A simple nod came from Roy as he was feeling better now. "Thanks man…" Roy looked at the stage yet again and saw that things were almost done for the evening. "So they play all night?"

"Pretty much…" The demon continued to sweep things as he was almost done. "It tends to ready things before the main attraction. Sometimes, she shows up."

"'She'?"

"Yeah the star of the club Molly."

Roy smirked as Shirley came up and next to him and gestured at the stage. "That's a cute name."

"Heh wait until you actually meet her. She's practically an angel compared to the rest of these fuckers…" Shirley chuckled before adding, "Just curious tho: you're not a lady's man are you?"

"I am sorry?" Roy's smile began to disappear.

"Well word of advice: hitting on her is something that I would not recommend."

"…" Roy faced Shirley as he, for some reason, then asked, "…Is she a bitch or something?"

SMACK!

"OW!"

"Don't you ever call her that! She's a blessing that makes us forget that we're in Hell!"

Roy blinked as he rubbed his burning left cheek with such care, looking at Shirley getting irritated once again by his words. "Sorry- I didn't realize that you two were a thing!"

"I- What? No we're not a thing!" said Shirley. "I am just saying that she's the most likable thing in this club and everyone is pretty much protective of how people speak about her!"

"I see… So why wouldn't I want to get to… 'know her'?"

"Well aside from Mimzy's policy to not sexually harass perhaps her most valuable employee, Molly has…well quite the protective set of brothers around…" Shirley stroked his neck and looked at the ceiling while recalling some bad memories. "It's never pretty for the poor saps in the end…"

(I mean I guess it's natural for older siblings to be protective…Jesus fuck that hurts…) Wincing a bit as he soon wrapped a clean towel around some ice, he took another look at the tall demon. (For a guy named 'Shirley', he just made me his bitch- OW!) The cold stunned him as expected, but he soon distracted himself by asking, "They come by often? They must be regulars unless Molly goes to them and complains about some fucker trying to get in her pants?"

"Eh you're partially right; one of the brothers at least shows up often enough. The other…well he's very inconsistent for when he shows up," said Shirley. Looking to the entrance, he then remembered something else. "As for the other thing…well I never hear Molly complain nor have I personally ever heard of some fella crossing the line to the point that she was upset. But I wouldn't worry that much about it; a few simple sentences exchanged won't have them going after your balls. So keep in mind with what you say Roy."

"Noted….ow…" Roy pressed the ice against his cheek even more.

**Sometime later**

"Hey you're killing it!" praised Shirley as he finished prepping a couple of Long Island Iced Teas. "You're a natural!" he added, raising his voice for obvious reasons.

"Thank you sir." Roy nodded as he finished three different drinks within less than a minute. Not too bad as the first wave of patrons soon came and filled up the once emptied tables. Left and right the sounds of conversations and music filled the club without mercy, reminding Roy that he needed to hold proper awareness of his surroundings. This due especially to either patrons coming to him directly or the servers dropping off a ripped piece of paper with whatever drinks were required. In fact, Shirley wasn't shy in lecturing the new guy about keeping an eye out for whatever they may have dropped off.

"You know- them giving us the orders directly would be convenient- wait, where do we keep extra limes- thanks."

Shirley nodded as he pointed out where to find the green citrus. At the very least Roy did not come off as a slacker and was working as fast as he was told to. "Yeah but you'll get use to it kid…why is everyone ordering rum with coke? Kinda an insult to my talents…"

"What's wrong with simple orders?" Roy in fact finished a couple of mentioned drink as a server came by to collect them before handing a Martini to one of the patrons before him. A nice tip was soon placed into their tip jar where Roy decided to comment on the appearance. "So why do they call these bills 'Souls' and why do they look like US dollars?"

"You know…I naturally never asked that; I find it actually convenient how similar it is to what I am familiar with…"

"Hey pal can I get a White Russian?"

"You have good taste my friend!" said Roy who took control and made him his favorite drink.

"Best drink there is!"

"You fucking know it."

A smirk and mutual appreciation was shared between Roy and the patron who left him a nice tip. Shirley approved who gave him a nod and a thumbs up. Maybe this was going to be way easier than he expected as Roy got to work on a few more drinks.

"This is fun."

"Right? Good money, good tips, a fast pace so that the night goes by fast, and of course the other perks."

"Other perks?" shouted Roy. A bit louder than usual since a song ended and the patrons were clapping quite a bit. As the music began to shift, Roy took his chance as they had a moment to breathe. "What perks were you talking about?"

"Well free drinks and food of course- when we're done for the night. Mimzy treats her employees right and knows that good pay and perks result in better work morale and assurance with proper work behavior. After all, who would give up a good thing and not try their best to stay working here?"

"Must be nice…" Roy bitterly thought of the many downs he had when he was in the Navy outweighing the benefits he had. Then again, it varied for anyone and his later years did significantly improve compared to his early ones. "What time is it- Oh wait that's right…" Looking at his watch, he blinked as he seemingly had a strange annoying habit forgetting that he had this on his wrist. "Wow…" It already been three hours since we opened.

"Look alive."

Roy immediately looked upwards expecting a new order. Only it was Mimzy who was making her way towards them with a stoic appearance on her face. "Evening Mimzy~" he said cheerfully.

"My aren't you doing well?" Mimzy took a seat where she was greeted with her favorite drink. Naturally, Shirley knew better than to keep the boss waiting as she never broke eye contact with Roy and instinctively reached for her drink. "So how's your first ever shift going?"

"He's a natural boss." Shirley once again praising Roy before giving him a nice pat on his back. As one would expect Roy would stumble a bit as Shirley was quite the strong demon. "But whether or not he's capable of running it by himself? We'll have to see…"

"By myself?" Roy raised an eyebrow as he pulled out a glass.

"Occasionally I may or may not need you to solo an entire shift by yourself hun."

Naturally, Roy blinked as Mimzy received another refill into her glass. "Wait, is it even possible if you get this amount of patrons on the weeknights?" asked Roy, making the assumption that two was always going to be mandatory for such work environments.

"The only time two is a must is on the weekends…yes Friday is naturally part of that. Look alive." A gentle slap of the arm before pointing at a server that was coming up to them from the side once again. As Roy responded accordingly, Shirley continued on with, "But it's not as difficult as you think Roy. After all, you and I both working tonight and we get frequent moments like these."

"So I've noticed." Shirley wasn't necessarily wrong about things being straightforward as they simply avoided any expected delays for the amount of time that it took to make cocktails. Thus these drinks were waiting to be taken for a few good minutes before eventually being enjoyed by a respective patron. When he finished a pair of drinks, he faced Shirley and Mimzy who began to speak again.

"Tell me again: where did you gain experience from when you were alive?"

"I took the time to learn some cocktails whenever I was at gatherings with friends. Sometimes I even volunteered to work behind a bar during events for veterans or other community service events."

"Well aren't you gracious?" joked Shirley.

A chuckle came from Roy as he explained more on that. "Well, it's more of me being the only one who wasn't lazy in trying to learn how to make drinks at these things. And incidentally, it became somewhat of a nice rep to gain. Especially when people think of you being nice."

"Well helping elderly vets get closer to death may be considered 'nice' through a certain perspective that's for sure!"

This time, it was one of the servers who happened to be waiting on Roy to pass her what she ordered. Mimzy and Shirley would naturally laugh as well as a few patrons before Roy would laugh along with them…mockingly of course.

"Well, it's working for me so I am not one to really care. Just keep it up hun." With that, Mimzy took one last refill and walked away with it.

"Hope you're okay with the ball-busting kid."

"Oh I am; like in the Navy it's a sign that you like to fuck with me…thus meaning that you like me." Smirking, Roy looked to a patron who requested a Coke with Rum.

"Good to know that you're familiar with that idea. Hahaha."

**Sometime later**

How much time had passed wasn't obvious to Roy at first since he decided that conversations with Shirley or the patrons would help him ignore it. As expected, the shift went on until he began to see less and less guests entering the club. At a certain point, he found himself with nothing to do as he and Shirley were on top of keeping the bar clean. Eventually, there were no other patrons left given that the entertainment was done not too long ago.

"…" Finally, Roy decided to look at his watch and realized that it was already four in the morning.

"You did good kid."

Roy looked up to Shirley who crossed his arms with approval.

"As soon as Mimzy gives us the okay, we're free to go home. Of course, if you want a meal you're welcome to ask one of the servers to fetch you something from the kitchen- Speaking of…"

Roy turned to see that one of the servers was approaching the two of them with what was obviously a to-go bag. "Good job boys, Mimzy wants you two to head home early with a couple of steaks."

"Hell yeah!" Shirley snatched the bag and pulled out one of the containers before handing the bag to Roy.

"Steak? She this generous?" Roy looked into the bag curiously.

"Like I said she knows how to treat her employees," said Shirley as he licked his lips. "Now for tips…" As if on cue, the server placed a stack of bills which was likely from the indirect orders that the servers handled. Shirley pulled the tip jar and began to count before pushing a respectable amount to Roy's direction. It looked like half from Roy could tell at least. "Anyway I am going to head home. Good working with you Roy, I'll see you tomorrow." With that, the tall lollipop demon gently patted Roy's shoulder before making his way out of the bar and out of the club.

"Sounds good- Ciao." Taking his share, he counted the bills and was content with what he got for the night; this seemed like a good amount for someone who was going to stay in Hell…right? Roy then paused for a few moments as he was soon left alone and had no other reason to stay put. Of course, he could always watch the servers continue to clean up the place. Or he could pull out his phone and call his ride. "…" It was pretty late so maybe Niffty wouldn't answer…maybe he should call a cab instead? (I'll just send a text…I mean if she offered to pick me up then she must know how late-)

*DING*

"Huh how bout that…" Much to his surprise, he got an immediate response from the little one eye demon and was advised to wait for a while at the corner of the club. With that, he began to make his way out of the building and bid the bouncers a good night and found himself in the somewhat quiet environment that was Hell. Based on what Niffty texted him she would get here within no time at all…literally.

(I never see any stop signs…just traffic lights…that are always green…) Finding himself on the sidewalk, he was fully dressed and walking with his late dinner in hand. A few low whistles here and there as he looked at his surroundings and saw that most of the lively activities were happening the direction that he was facing. Nothing "sketchy" even by Hell standards from what he could see as he soon leaned against the building wall waiting for his ride.

"Hey buddy."

Roy looked to his right.

"Where'd you get those shoes?"

"My shoes…?"

The demon was somewhat shorter than Roy, possibly a foot in difference. "Yeah…but actually they're mine you see…"

Roy watched the demon slowly hold up what looked to be a poorly cared-for knife. There was plenty of corrosion that reminded Roy of his previous line of work and simply brought bad memories back. "Lewis would make sure that you got a counseling chit for keeping a knife like that…"

"What?"

"Nothing, you're making me reminisce about the good old days when I was alive…" Spotting corrosion making sure it was corrected was part of the aviation culture. Looking at the knife, he had to ask, "Don't you ever take care of your shit? I mean look at that rust!"

"Are you making fun of me?!"

"You know what, you're right; that's literally no longer my job to give a shit about that stuff..."

"…So about my shoes…"

"Oh, these are your shoes?"

"Yes, my shoes."

"I see…well there's kinda a problem-"

"?"

"..."

"…What are you doing?"

"…Hold on…" Roy looked at his fist with great confusion as his special little talent wasn't showing off like he wanted it to. "Come on…"

"What did you drop a knife-"

"No I don't have a knife!" By this point Roy was getting irritated as he was suddenly not able to call on his lovely abilities for some reason. "Come you piece of shit-"

Suddenly, Roy got what he wanted- well, almost as the chain shot from the ground and made a solid impact against the demon's chin. Within moments the demon had dropped his knife and was completely knocked out cold, moments before the chain vanished.

"What- No!" Roy dropped his bag and made his way to the demon who was knocked out. (I wanted to wrap him the ground and step on his face with a badass line!) "Wake up!" Grabbing the demon by the collar, he slapped his face a few times attempting to wake him up but to no avail. Damnit. "Come on! I-" Even by this point Roy was attempting to make the demon stand on his own only for the demon to slump back to the ground. "Son of a-"

"Roy~!"

Roy froze as he looked around and saw his ride already here and waving at him. "Niffty-" Looking down the demon, he immediately gave up since he did technically have better things to do. "Fuck it…" Standing up as he finally allowed the guy to sleep it off, he gave a good kick to his foot before reaching down for his to-go bag and making his way to the car.

"How was your shift?"

"Solid…really solid actually…" Roy forced a smile at Niffty before he entered the car and added, "Thanks for picking me up…I actually didn't realize that you were willing to stay up this late to give me a ride…" Maybe calling a taxi from this point on would save Niffty the trouble.

"Heheh oh that's okay: I don't sleep!"

"What?"

"Oh you didn't know? For some reason when I first arrived in Hell I never felt the need to sleep! It's really only when I need to pass the time for any reason hehee!"

"Wait- I know that this is Hell but still-?"

"So I can be available for you at any time Roy! A ride, a late-night snack, you name it!"

"Thanks…?" Roy chuckled a bit awkwardly as he didn't realize how convenient it was to have Niffty at the hotel. Like she never sleeps? Or at least doesn't have the need? That has to be strange…assuming that Niffty had quite a difficult start when she first arrived here in Hell…

"We're here!"

"I take it there's no speed limit in Hell…?" Roy asked as he stepped out to find himself in front of his current home. Soon Niffty joined him where he followed her into the lobby.

"Nope~!"

"I figured as much…thanks again Niffty, you have a good night…"

"Good night!"

(Oh fuck I can't wait to get out of these clothes…maybe a good shower will do wonders for me…) Already thinking about dropping dead onto his bed, he could spot his door from a respectable distance where he yawned loudly as if on cue. Within moments he was in his room and turned on the lights where he began to settle down and undress with his food placed on the table. Soon he was down to a white shirt and briefs where he turned his attention to the food…no silverware.

(Great…) Sighing, he soon made his way out of the room and walked towards the dining room. While it was fairly dark, it was thankfully not pitch black and he was still able to see well enough. Yawning once again, he eventually walked into the dining room before cutting through towards the kitchen where someone was already accessing the fridge much to his surprise.

"Oh it's you…" Husk revealed himself as he was holding a bottle of water. Funny enough he was wearing a white shirt and long pants rather than the familiar look that he was known for. "Did you just get back or were you also thirsty?"

"Just ended my shift…" Roy yawned for perhaps the tenth time tonight before he moved past Husk to grab a couple of water bottles for himself. "Wasn't as bad as I thought…" With that, he looked to the drawers and began to look for silverware.

"How was it?"

"Pretty easy really…" Turning around, he had what he needed but felt the need to add more to his conversation. "About your advice…it really helped me on my shift."

"Hmmm…" Husk took another sip of his water as he closed his eyes. "No problem kid…" There was silence before Husk said, "By the way, you should really not walk around in briefs even at this time…"

"…I am pretty sure you don't wear anything but a hat and a bow-tie yet you think I shouldn't walk around like this? In fact why are you wearing PJs?"

"It's comfortable!" growled Husk. "Besides it's for your own safety."

"Wait what?"

"Angel sees you like that…"

"…What are you saying he's a sexual predator?"

"No, but the way he looks at me and you even when we're looking normal tells me that we especially need to be wary of him. The guy never satisfied…"

"Fair enough…" With that, he gave a nod good night to Husk before making his way out of the kitchen. Walking through the hallway, he hummed for a bit before opening one of the bottles and taking a lovely sip followed by a much-deserved sigh of relief. As he continued to make his way towards his room, however, he began to notice a dark shadowy object leaning against the wall and floor. "…"

Pausing, Roy trended carefully as he couldn't tell who was between him and his room. The closer he got, the more he realized that this demon was mumbling nonsense and soon made it apparent who was. "…Angel?"

"Mahghhhh…" Angel was not putting words properly together as he seemed to be under the influence.

"…Dinner first…"

With that, Roy walked around Angel and made his way into his room. Once inside he finally sat down and began to dine on the food that Mimzy sent him home with. Unsurprisingly it was pretty good and did cause the occasional foodgasm within his mouth. Afterward, he washed it all down with his two bottles of water and was completely content. With that done, he stepped outside where Angel seemingly made progress now in front of a door that obviously wasn't his. Remembering where Angel's room was actually, he leaned down and helped the less than sober demon.

(So fucked up you skipped past your room…hahaha…) Roy grinned as Angel continued to mutter some nonsense as they made their way to his room. Eventually, they arrived at their destination where he then realized that he needed Angel's key. "…Angel."

"Gahhhhh…"

"Your key. Where's your room key."

"Emmmmmmh whhhy don't neeed another juan!"

"What?"

"I…..I…..don't neeed another!"

Before Roy could ask again, Angel reached into his pocket and pulled out what he was looking for. Taking it, Roy soon opened the door and flipped the lights on where he could see the layout of Angel's room. But no time for sightseeing as he gently dropped Angel onto his bed and left it as such.

"Good night Angel," joked Roy as this brought back memories of when he got wasted and was helped. And then he did the same for many others. He then turned off the lights and left Angel alone.

Or at least he would be had it not been for the small demon pig slowly crawling out from under the bed and tilting his head. Gentle snorts and oinks followed before Fat Nuggets made his way onto Angel's bed where his master was still mumbling who knows what. Naturally, Fat Nuggets gently began to lap at Angel's face.

"Mahhh…huh?" Blinking as he finally seemingly sobered up, Angel's vision began to clear up as he saw his best friend greeting him with kisses. "Awww fattie!" Hugging Fat Nuggets, he nuzzled his favorite thing in the world before commenting, "Another juan~" drunkenly before finally passing out.