Fuck his head hurt. Lewis slowly rolled over with a groan. Wait- he was in a bed? He was back in the hotel. The bloody Hell happened last night? Lewis rolled over in the bed. On the ground, next to said bed, was a plastic bucket full of vomit. Fun. He slowly rolled off the bed and fell onto the ground, luckily not into the bucket. He groaned; his head hurt. He slowly slunk toward the door, blindly reaching with one of his wing hands for the doorknob. He slowly shoved the door open, and stumbled out of his room, shaking his whole body off like a dog.

"Good morning Lewey!" Charlie's voice echoed from downstairs.

"Ugh!" He groaned tiredly, stumbling toward the stairs, falling down each and every one, till eventually slapping back first on the ground.

"Um… you okay?" Charlie sat at the dining table, smiling sheepishly at the dog on the floor. Said dog slowly turned his head toward her and glared.

"No."

"Oh." Charlie gave him a concerned expression as he just continued to lay on the ground. "Do- do you need any help?"

"No." Lew roughly flipped upright, prying himself off the ground. The hotel guests and faculty were already halfway done with breakfast. Lew stumbles toward a chair, bumping into it with his nose before finding a way to crawl onto said chair. He attempted regaining his composure. He turned to Charlie.

"What- uh…. what happened last night?"

Charlie hesitated for a second before turning to him. "Well… you came back to the hotel-"

"Yes."

"-you… you squeezed my cheeks-" Charlie continued, a blank expression crossing her face.

Vaggie choked on a piece of egg. "Que!?"

"Then you violently vomited for a few minutes-" Charlie continued, "-then me and Vaggie put you to bed."

"I see…" Lewis stared deadpan into space for a few seconds. "My apologies."

"Can we go back in that conversation a fucking minute?" Vaggie exclaimed, looking at the two with an expression of utter confusion.

"Not important." Charlie stared at her blankly.

Vaggie looked straight ahead, glancing back at Charlie occasionally, slowly eating her breakfast.

"It's good that you came back," Charlie said, a smile restoring to her face.

"Yes," Lew responded, "And I'm sorry for being two hours late."

"Thanks." Charlie smiled at him. Lew simply gave a smile and a quick nod in response.

"You're a bit 'nice' to be in Hell," Vaggie said, squinting at him suspiciously.

"I've told you: I robbed a few banks," Lew responded, "I'm only nice to Charlie cause she's nice to me, and you because you're dating her." Lew leaned in toward the two of them. "Honestly, I couldn't be bothered to give a crap about that spider motherfucker over there." He gestured to Angel subtly.

"Hey! Angel may be a bit… strange. But down inside him, I know he has something good."

Lew looked at Angel suspiciously, "Yeah; he has something else 'down inside' him too."

Charlie wrinkled her nose. "That's gross…"

Lew chuckled a bit, "Hey, tell me I'm wrong." Lew straightened himself out. "Seriously though, I can tell he has something good: I can smell it."

Vaggie lifted an eyebrow and crossed her arms, "Smell it? What the Hell does that even mean?"

"I look like a dog, I can smell like one; as it turns out, dogs can learn a lot about people just thru smell." He took a quick sniff of the air. "Here's an example: Charlie, you may want to start taking some cold medicine."

"Cold medicine?" Charlie cocked her head at him, "Why?"

"Why does anyone take cold medicine; you have a cold genius."

"But I don't feel sick…"

"It takes time for illness to develop in the body; I can detect it before it even happens." Lew smiled smugly. "Another example: Angel has… more STDs than you'd like to-"

"Okay, shut up!" Vaggie cut off, "We get it; you know everything we're thinking, doing, eating, feeling, shitting! Just stop!"

"Alright." Lewis leaned back in his seat blankly.

"Lewis," Charlie asked, leaning toward him with an anxious look. "I- I know you… may not want to talk about it, and I know you're… sensitive-"

Lew raised an eyebrow at her.

"-B-but… later today, I'd like to talk about what happened yesterday." Charlie looked at him nervously, as if she expected him to snap at any moment. He hated that face; that face she gave him.

"We," Lewis retorted, "Will NEVER, speak of what happened yesterday." He glared at her.

"What? I just-" Charlie tried to get out I before Lewis cut her off.

"Nope." He slowly turned his head away from her, "Now," he continued happily as if nothing ever happened, "Where's my breakfast."