Vaggie finally entered the jazz lounge just as Alastor was finishing his musical number.
Surrounded by jazz music on all sides, she gingerly made her way back to the table, placed the plate on the table, sat back in her chair, and waited for the number to end.
When the number finally ended, Vaggie took a deep breath and clapped her hands.
Alastor smiled as his familiars disappeared and he hopped off the stage to walk over to his love.
"Vaggie, my love, did you like it?" Alastor said as he made it back to his chair.
Vaggie felt bile rising in her throat again, but she knew she had to keep it together. If not for herself, for Angel.
Vaggie made herself swallow her pride and reply, "It was…fine."
"Fine?!" Alastor asked. "Just fine?!"
"It was fine for me," Vaggie reassured searching for a better answer. "But it's not as showy as you usually perform."
"Oh," Alastor said leaning forward on his cane with a big smile. "Is there any way I could improve it for you, sweetie?"
"Maybe you could make it bigger and louder," Vaggie said more confidently.
"I'll keep that in mind, dearie," Alastor said. "Would you like for me to perform again?"
Vaggie smiled. Alastor was playing right into her hand. This would be easier than she thought.
"Actually, I was wondering if we could go out for a day on the town," Vaggie said nervously.
"Huh?" Alastor asked blinking in surprise.
"I don't like being cooped up all the time," Vaggie said with a cute pout. "I want to be taken out for a day on the town if that's alright with you. That's the kind of date I prefer."
Alastor chuckled and said, "Really."
"Yes," Vaggie pleaded. "On dates, I enjoy going out and seeing something I've never seen before."
"Well then, would you like to visit where I work?" Alastor said standing up and strolling over next to Vaggie. "I have a little bit of work to do there anyhow."
Vaggie sighed coyly and said, "Sure."
Alastor struggled to contain his excitement.
"Oh, Vaggie, my dear, you don't know how happy that makes me!" Alastor exclaimed as he pulled Vaggie out of her chair and into his warm embrace that she made herself accept. "Of course, I'll take you…"
Vaggie smiled until Alastor plunged his hand in his pocket and continued, "But I have one condition. I need you to wear this ring. It's a magical tracking device that lets me know where you are at all times so I can keep you safe."
Vaggie looked closely at the ring with odd symbols engraved onto it and sighed.
"Fine," she said holding up her hand while Alastor slid it onto her ring finger.
"There you go, dearie," Alastor said with a smile in his voice and on his face. "Now, just let me change for work and we'll be on our way."
Alastor snapped his fingers instantly changing his clothes back to his normal attire.
"Alrighty, let's go, dear," Alastor said taking Vaggie's arm in his.
After informing Rosie of their departure, Alastor and Vaggie walked to the limo waiting out front. The car was long, black, and classy, straight out of the 1930s.
Alastor opened the door allowing Vaggie to climb in first before he climbed in behind her holding her close as the limo drove away from the manor.