There was something frustrating, deeply irritating, about Charlotte Magne and yet the reasoning always danced away from his conscious mind. Sitting his office, Alastor felt his eyebrow twitching compulsively as he stared down at the papers that Vaggie had given him earlier that afternoon with a warning glowing in her ivory white eye as she turned to leave without so much as a smile or a word to the deer. The papers themselves were a mess of scribbled out words, scribbled in words squished in tiny cramped writing and others blacked out with a black marker while the bottom of the page was decorated with a rainbow that the princess had clearly made with highlighters. There was no questioning it was highlighters for Alastor could smell the scent clinging to the paper, much like the permanent marker on the page crossing out certain mistakes and the scent itself was intoxicating with its presence on the paper but the Radio emon knew if he were to crumple these papers up that the princess would merely make another identical copy, then another and another until he no longer threw them away which left him with these cursed papers. It was like a child had went wild with writing and markers, given free reign on a page and he frowned at the sight of the messy scrawl taking up most of the page where it mashed just lightly over the highlighter rainbow making him scoff at the sight. If there was anything he could do in that moment he would certainly wish he could scrunch those papers up, burn them or at t the verleast he wished to figure out just what they were talking about and just what the princess wanted to work on next.
He wished Vagatha would write the reports or detailed papers rather than Charlie but he knew the blonde princess would merely put up a fuss with her partner and continue to write these God awful papers that just screamed with noise and color along with their horrible stinging scent of ink radiating off of it. Alastor's ears flicked with annoyance, His smile stretched across his lips twitching at the corners like it were about to fall or stretch further until his cheeks ached and he tapped a finger against his temple sighing out irritably at the sight of these papers, hating the thought of having to flip through a single one. The princess herself was truly an idealist dreamer and didn't even seem to acknowledge that part of her life. Alastor's foot tapped underneath his desk as he adjusted the monocle on his cheek carefully, the radio placed high on the bookcase crackled to life carefully before a song sputtered through the static and Alastor raised a brow at the song playing through the speakers. It was old, a classic really, but he hadn't intended for that to be the song that placed at that moment though it certainly wasn't unwelcomed. Moonlight Serenade, Glenn Miller. He faintly recollected that this song itself came out years after his death, no doubt when music had been getting better and he certainly had no issues with the song playing while he struggled through the cursed paperwork laid before him.
"Or, we can go get a drink." Alastor sighed at the cold voice slithering over him, quiet as a whisper but offering a temptation to the demon as frigid arms wrapped around his shoulders and those green eyes glowed at him with the wicked smile curling at the corners. "Come now, Master, surely this pathetic work isn't what's got your attention. A drink or two could help us relax, now couldn't it?" The Shadow raised a brow at the Radio Demon as the entity swirled forward spilling into Alastor's lap like it always had; sort of like how a cat could crawl over a shoulder and jump into a person's lap. "It would certainly make this intolerable mess of an assignment that much better, wouldn't you say so, Master?"
Alastor snorted as he looked at the papers with disdain before turning the look to the Shadow. "Not everything can be solved with a drink." Alastor replied primly before turning his attention to the papers, doing his damndest to ignore the Shadow in his lap spreading its current chill across his lap as he plucked up the stack of papers Charlie had written and his nose automatically wrinkled at the smell of ink that wafted off of the papers. There was one thing Charlotte Magne was good at and that was using excessive amounts of pen and marker for some reason. Perhaps she learned it from her father? No, Alastor never knew Lucifer to do his paperwork in this type of organized chaos. "Perhaps I will have a drink, should Husk bring one up though I think that cat is quite finicky when it comes to feeling like a maid. Or a wife." A smirk curled over Alastor's lips.
It has been the longest running joke between both men from the moment they had died and Alastor was given Husk's soul, the cat had done a lot of running around for the deer demon during those early years as Alastor settled into his role as Overlord quite happily. It had then been thrown in Alastor's face how he was treating Husk like a wife of some kind, running here and there for the red head, and Alastor had found the comparison wickedly delightful, hilarious even, so he had taken time to time an amusement for referring to the cat as being his wife. Even now Alastor's smile quirked into a devious smirk at the mere thought of Husk's disgruntled, angry expression as he brought the deer demon a drink from the bar that was no less than a floor below him and he had to admit the temptation for a cool drink was itching at the bank of his mind. He tapped a finger against the pile of papers looking down at the markings, thinking on the hours it would take for him to sort through their meanings and the hours it would take just to full comprehend just what the princess was even talking about in this messy scrawl taking up the paper and the rainbow at the bottom. It was like asking a child to write their hearts desire and hand it in to a teacher to review. Had he allows his smile to dip he would be frowning by this point, he knew it from the tug in his lips, how they wanted to curve downwards for once rather than up but he fought the urge to do so and drummed his fingers against the surface of his desk as the music from the radio faded into a static as it flipped through stations.
His smile felt stiffer than it did devious s the static continued to flicker through the stations, his gaze on the paper drifting up from it to the radio with a frown threatening to tug at his lips as his eyebrows came together in annoyance at the static rippling in the silence of his room. The static grated on his ears like fingers reaching into ears to scrape at eardrums and Alastor tapped his fingers against the paper as the radio continued flickering through the stations faster, an urgency to the flips like that radio were a sentient being afraid of the irritation welling up in the Radio Demon. His ears twitched and swiveled towards the static filled stations at that moment and he gritted his sharp teeth against one another feeling a distinct pain from the action but the sound! God, the sound was unbearable! He stood up slamming his hands against the surface of his desk harshly, causing it to tremble under the hit and the floor bounced under the impact making him scowl downwards at the papers, the warm wood of his desk, and his hands that fanned out against the surface. The Shadow seemed unsurprised by the impact as the radio went silent, the demon standing there with his shoulders hunched forward as he glared downwards for a few moments before forcing himself up straight by throwing his shoulder backwards standing straight with his careful stiffness he carried with him. He lifted a hand up pressing them against his eyes, rubbing them roughly and then adjusting his monocle after it bumped lightly against his cheek from the movement of his fingers against his eyes and he then blew out a harsh breath while his Shadow stood there just across the desk with it's posture mocking Alastor's. Arm folded backwards against his lower back much like how Alastor held himself and those icy eyes smirked at him.
"Are we going to get a drink after all, Master?" The creature joked lightly as it lost it's rigid posture when Alastor eased his way around the desk walking towards the door of his office without answering the creature least he egg the creature on to continue poking fun at him. The Shadow cackled delightfully as Alastor made his way across the office floor with long strides though the creature kept up with it's master, even zipping forward to pull the door open for it's master and Alastor merely pursed his smiling lips at the creature who cackled quietly at the displeasure shining in those red eyes. Alastor locked his arms behind him against his lower back, much like how the creature had theirs, and walked down the hallway with the Shadow trailing after the deer demon. "No one will blame you, Master, given that those papers are a mess! Perhaps the cat will allow us to simply take the bottle? Or do you think his greed will act up, hmmm?"
Alastor jerked his head up scowling at the Shadow. "Quiet." He ordered watching those curling lips of the Shadow tilt upwards before rushing back down the hall with a dramatic bow and spiraling itself across the floor and walls, zooming quickly down the hall towards the office leaving Alastor in the hallway. Alone. It was much better to be alone anyhow and Alastor had no qualms about walking down to the bar alone yet as he paced towards the stairs he felt a stirring. Not outside of himself but rather inside of himself and he clenched his jaw at the low growl escaping from his stomach, his hands clenching tight fists.
He had hunted, brought home the meat and had a rather hearty dinner yet his stomach refused to stop growling softly in demand of more, more, more. There was no need to be so hungry but the demon had to deal with the fact that around this time, late September, his hunger always reared its ugly head in demand of more and in demand of being satisfied. This hunger was both one for food and one of other hungers; hungers that he scoffed and snorted at. Alastor did not see the need for the physical aspects of a relationship for why should he desire to allow himself to become covered in liquids he had no desire to see or feel? Why would he want to pant, and grasp and claw at a partner? He knew his sex drive was nonexistent every other time of the year but during his rut he was near insatiable but exhausted all the same from the badgering desire and hunger during that time that often times he would lock himself away in his home when it came down to this time of the year. Staying away from others provided less of a temptation to the Overlord and yet he knew he would not get away with that this year. Not at this hotel. He pursed his lips when his stomach clenched growling out quietly, his hunger clawing at his insides like nails raking underneath his skin leisurely and calmly. Like a person who knew how to bid their time as they dragged their claws over anothers flesh.
He hated how his feet got a pep to them to propel himself forward to get out of this quiet hallway where his thoughts bounced off of the walls eagerly coming back to stab at him like a dozen needles ready to pierce his skin with the goal to burrow into his skin. He was grateful when he bounced down the stairs but he felt his smile grow irritated when he heard loud obnoxious laughter and a voice raising higher above others as he made his way down the stairs. A voice that, at this moment, was more wobbly than it's owner had to be but as Alastor walked downstairs he could smell the distinct scents of alcohol but something stronger, something bitter sweet that swam through the air with an intensity that had Alastor's head tilting. He continued his way down the first floor hallway towards the large grand staircase that lead to the lobby when that same wobbly, loosed voice shouted out again with a bout of high pitched laughter that seemed too jovial for it's own good. Angel Dust. Of course he'd be drinking and Satan knows what else but the sound of that voice wobbling, the tears obviously weighing down in the sound of his voice was so completely obvious and so potent that Alastor found his feet carrying him quickly to the source. He stepped out of the dark hallways into the brightly lit lobby where a sight greeted him that was most peculiar. Angel was slumped in the love seat with a glass held tight in his hand, his head lolled back on the armrest of the love seat with Charlie and Vaggie sitting down by his feet with the feminine moth all but puffing steam with her irritation.
Angel's eyes were unfocused, glassy looking as he gulped down the drink in his hand and Alastor watched as CHarlie sighed out in a rather similar way as her fiance surprisingly. She pulled the glass from his hand much too roughly for the docile persona that the blonde put on all of the time and marched over to the bar while Angel made whining noises as she thrust the glass at Husk who stared at her curiously but not at all with an ounce of surprise. "Don't give him anymore, Husk. I mean it." Alastor felt his lips twitch at the snarl in Charlie's voice as the princess spun away from the bar backwards Angel who was cackling with delight at something he had done to irritated the moth and the the princess growled under her breath.
Oh, so rare was it that he caught the princess in a foul mood! The sight of it amused the Radio Demon but the look Charlie threw him was nothing short of scathing as she marched over to Angel trying to recompose her face into a smiling mask of pushed patience and she pressed her palms together while tilting them to the side. She was murmuring to Angel who was now frowning at the princess, his unfocused eyes looking right through the blonde as Alastor walked down the stairs towards the bar where Husk looked up before grabbing a glass for Alastor then turning. He plucked a bottle of whisky off of the wall and poured the demon a glass, plopping a few ice cubes in with his little tongs and slid the glass to Alastor all in the time it took the Radio Demon to drift down the stairs and take his usual seat. From behind him there was another bout of cackling laughter from Angel as Alastor took his sip and drummed his fingers on the surface of the bar while Angel whined and struggled with wordless cries as Charlie growled at the spider. Alastor was surprised by the way his shoulders tensed at the growl, how his jaw began to clench at the sound of growls aimed the spider's way when the man was clearly just too intoxicated but the red head wasn't about to jump in valiantly to save the spider. There was no need anyhow for the spider was breaking free of the women, stumbling across the floor towards the bar where he flopped bonelessly against the bar as he climbed into his seat and gave a wistful smile to Alastor as if noticing him for the first time.
"Heeeyy there, Smiles! Whatcha doin' so late, hmm?" Angel questioned with a dreamy humm in his voice though there was a fire, an outrage burning in those pink eyes that had Alastor's curiosity peaking up at the look-no, not look but rather a flaming gaze that screamed at the demon. A challenge. Angel turned away tapping the bar with his fingers as Husk sighed and began pouring what had to be a fruity drink for the spider who took it happily with a giggle and those eyes turned back towards him. The glassy look surprisingly bothered the demon. "You know, there's so many 'ours I gotta wor' this week! It really sucks, ya know? Too bad he owns me! Sometin' he made clear! But wha' 'bout ya, Smiles? Been locked up in tha' office? Hmmm?"
Alastor had the words on his lips, ready to shoot out at the spider. They were right there bubbling on his tongue but what came out was-"You are an intolerable drunk, Angel Dust." And the wounded look crossing the spider's face shot straight through the Radio Demon. Where was the fearful but angry Angel he'd seen? This was a drunk Angel, sure, but clearly the anger was there at Valentino or at Charlotte but why had he looked so wounded? Alastor turned his gaze away from the spider as he drained his glass then put it down sliding it to Husk to refill. "But that's just show business! We all have sacrifices we have to make, my effeminate fellow!"
"Yeah, yeah." Angel grumbled turning away to slurp at his fruity drink while Charlotte glared at Husk but marched right past the bar up the stairs in a huff that put even the darkest of moods Vagatha could be in to shame. Well, well, well. Who was to think the princess would get so angry over one of her patrons getting blind drunk? Interesting, very interesting. "So what were ya up too, Smiles?" Angel questioned after he finished slurping at his drink, those glassy pink eyes peering at Alastor curiously tilting his head and he watched with fascination as the glass cup slid towards Alastor and how the cat gulped at the bottle in his hand. "Oh also, that thing?"
"What thing?" Alastor questioned as he swirled his drink before bringing it up to his lips, the perfect image of a clueless individual but from the narrowing of those glassy pink eyes he knew it was wasted on the spider and the deer felt his smile twitch up wider on his cheeks for just a moment as he put the glass down. Ah yes, he knew what the spider was going to try to say now that he was drunk enough to perhaps not even remember this little encounter but Alastor found it amusing to see the spider trying to gather his wits. He turned to the spider whose lips were trembling with the words he was trying to spit out in a coherent manner and the Radio Demon smirked widely, unabashedly at the spider as he tapped his fingers against the bar counter. "Do not worry, Angel. I won't speak a word of your emotions to our dear Charlotte and Vagatha. Your secrets are safe with me."
"Doubt it." Angel spat out before downing his drink then sliding the glass to the bartender as his head came down on his arms that draped across the bar, his cheeks a furious red as his pink eyes weaved back and forth, focusing on Alastor then looking right through him in the next instant saving for quite the strange sight. When that glass of Angel's was put down Angel merely flopped his head to the right to stare at the glass with his bloodshot glassy eyes and stretched his fingers towards the glass. It was awing how he forced himself to sit up and down the glass in one go surprising the Radio Demon along with the bartender. "I gotta get upstairs to feed Nugs."
And yet when he shoved himself off the stood his legs, wobbling and weaker than an infants had him stumbling forward and crashing into the Radio Demon. It was strange how one moment Angel had been sliding off the seat and the next Alastor was flying out of his seat, whisky soaking his coat sleeve and splashing to his stomach due to the angle and how hard the floor was as he slammed into it. The chair fell with him, his legs striking the chair harshly making Angel yelp as their legs knocked together painfully and the spider's weight slammed on top of Alastor who was just as stunned as the spider on top of him was in that moment. His smiling lips had lowered to a strange grimace, not quite a frown but not the full smile he'd had moments ago and his lips parted with a puff of air that rushed out of his lungs from the impact as all went still for a few moments. It was in those few moments that his mind processed the weight, the feeling of Angel on top of him like a solid furry wall of warmth he wanted to bury his face into and just how soft his chest fluff felt against Alastor's, like a pair of breasts would be he had to guess. Then Nifty began shrieking questions at the pair of them, rushing over with fear and worry in hr large eye as Husk rushed around the bar to pluck Angel off of Alastor and it was in this moment of being picked up that their eyes met. Angel's were glassy but coherent, clear for just a moment and there was horror in them.
Alastor merely gazed back at the spider who was helped to his shaking feet as Alastor then sat up to take in the wetness of the whiskey on his coat before brushing his own chest off as if to remove the feel of Angel's chest fluff against his own. He then climbed to his own feet sighing out in a mix of disappointment and irritation as he looked down at his coat before waving his hand over himself removing the liquid from his stomach and his sleeve before looking at Angel who appeared ashen. "Angel, it is clear you need some assistance! How about I help you to your room?" Silence followed his question. Angel's jaw dropped as he gawked at the Radio Demon.
"What? You-You want to he-help me-"
"To your room, yes. What is the problem?" Alastor questioned the speechless spider who turned towards Husk who was scrutinizing Alastor but the redhead merely held his hand out for the spider to take and, surprisingly, Angel's second pair of hands patted the paws on his hands before placing his top right hand into the deer demon's. It was immediately tucked into Alastor's elbow, an arm reaching out around the spider's waist as the shorter demon escorted the inebriated Angel towards the elevator. There was a quiet hum in the lobby as Angel swayed back and forth against Alastor's side and the Radio Demon smiled widely as per usual but if he could scowl at the spider he'd be fuming at that moment if he allowed himself. But he refused to break character as he ushered the spider into the elevator where he allowed said spider to tuck himself into the corner before sliding down into a squat as he hugged his knees. "Angel?"
He felt the spider flinch in the space between them though the Radio Demon kept himself facing forward as his arms crossed over one another against the small of his back, Angel watching the demon warily and Alastor stared at the distorted image of Angel in the elevator doors. "Wha's it, Smiles?" Angel slurred his words back at the Radio Demon, his legs shaking in his arms as he clutched at them tightly. His hands dug into his calves, his nails digging into his fur as he bit at his lower lip with his gold tooth shining at the Radio Demon in the reflection.
"Do not drink in excess. I think you not only angered our princess but made many people worried." Alastor started as he moved his left arm from the carefully pinned position he had it in to stretch it out in front of him, examining his glove before twisting his hand as his fingers curled in towards his palm. "But if you ever crash into me like that again you will find your legs will be personally be removed and you won't ever have to worry about stumbling again." The Radio Demon finally turned towards the curled up Angel who stared at him with wide, glassy bloodshot eyes that seemed disbelieving as the elevator dinged softly and Alastor smiled. "Now! Come along, cher! Time to get you to your room and to that pig you oh so love!"
"Tha-Thanks." Angel whispered forcing himself to his feet as he stumbled forward taking the Radio Demon's hand gripping it tightly then clutching the thin arm offered to him as he allowed Alastor to escort him out of the elevator and down the hallway. Angel remained silent as he followed Alastor down the hallway to his door, which swung open without him needing to pull it out of his pocket and Fat Nuggets as expected came running out to greet the spider eagerly. However once he caught sight of Alastor he turned, running underneath Angel's bed with a frightened squeal that made Alastor's red brow raise upwards but Angel didn't comment on the behavior.
If anything he released the demon's arm to stumble into his little kitchenette where he grabbed the bag of food from the cabinet, his hands and arms shaking as he poured the food into the bowl catching the sight of a snout from the bent over position. He could feel his stomach squeezing from all of the alcohol he had drunken, his tongue felt swollen and he had a clammy sweat underneath his fur that felt uncomfortable as he stumbled towards his bed which Alastor shadowed closely. He knew the Radio Demon was doing it just to be polite as his southern upbringing wouldn't allow him to leave a drunken idiot by himself but as Angel flopped onto his bed rolling onto his side as his stomach swayed uneasily and Angel peered at the sight of Alastor walking around the bed summoning a glass of water in his hand. That was surprising. Angel couldn't think of anything to say as he watched the demon placing the glass of water down on the night stand along with two round white pills, the Radio Demon awkwardly standing there for a moment or two. He then turned on his heel, his coat flicking playfully at the spider demon but Angel really didn't have much to say to the red head as he sought himself out and he was far too gone to truly care about what the Radio Demon had to say. He turned his cheek into his pillow as the door to his hotel room shut quietly with a click and Fat Nuggets snorted as he squirmed out from underneath the bed and hopped up to curl up against Angel's stomach, his snout on his chest. He hugged the pig to him tightly as he shut his eyes and he kissed that adorable little snout as he squirmed into the bed and shut his eyes.