Vaggie didn't quite know how to feel about Angel and Husk getting together. She'd seen the signs, of course. She was missing one eye, not both. But still, the gambling alcohol and the drug addict?
She still hadn't completely forgiven Angel for that turf war, and Husk's presence all but demanded there be booze served in the hotel.
Vaggie groaned and rubbed her face, already feeling the headache their arguments could cause. She just hoped, come what may, that the hotel and it's reputation were both left standing with as little damage as possible.