"Angel? Have you seen my monocle?" Alastor called out as he got himself ready for the dinner event Charlie was hosting for the hotel.
"Uh...Ain't it on the bedside table?" Angel Dust replied from the bathroom. Alastor's smile grew when he found his monocle right where his partner said it had been. After putting on his monocle, Alastor headed into the bathroom with the intent of checking his hair and clothes in the mirror.
"Oh! Great, goodness, gracious in Heaven! Have you know shame?!" Alastor cried out in disgust when he had accidentally walked in on Angel in the act urinating.
"Shame? What's that?" Angel joked with a smirk as Alastor turned his back to him with a scoff.
"Now, we are running a little late..." Alastor informed Angel as he straightened his tie.
"I know..." Angel replied, somewhat sheepishly once he had finished relieving himself.
"How do I look?" He then asked before flushing the toilet.
"Perfect..." Alastor sharply replied, his tone still filled with disgust.
"Ya ain't even lookin' at me..." Angel pointed out, provoking Alastor to finally turn around in order to examine his partner's appearance. Angel was dressed in a long, stunning, cream-colored, fur coat with pastel-pink, vertical stripes. He was also wearing his usual, black, high-heeled, leather boots underneath as he smiled at Alastor with an expectant look.
"I must say, darling; you do look rather marvelous for once." Alastor complimented Angel on his for once, conservative attire.
"Ya really mean it, Al'?" Angel's mismatched eyes lit up with excitement as a blush crept over where his nose should have been.
"Indeed, I do! Now, let's hurry off! The others are waiting for us, after all!" Alastor beamed. Angel then reached over to hug Alastor's arm only to frown in slight disappointment at how uncomfortable Alastor seemed by his touch.
"Off we go!" Alastor then began to lead Angel Dust downstairs, to the lobby before the spider could even have a chance to pull away. In the lobby, stood a bunch of demons in formal attire. Most of them were no doubt, there for the free food rather than Charlie's offer for rehabilitation but Charlie seemed ecstatic that her invitations had been accepted by a vast majority of Hell nonetheless.
"You guys made it!" Charlie beamed at the sight of Angel and Alastor. She was wearing a long, red, sequined dress with a slit down the side and her long, blond hair had been pulled back into an elegant bun.
"You're late..." Vaggie grimaced at the couple as she narrowed her one, good eye at them. Vaggie was wearing a dark-green, satin, floor-length gown with one sleeve, although she left her silver hair down.
"Fashionably late, might I add!" Alastor teased with his trademark grin, beaming more brightly than it ever had. He just loved getting under Vaggie's skin.
"Angel? Not that you don't look amazing and all but isn't it a little hot for a fur-coat?" Charlie then pointed out in mild concern for her hotel's only guest.
"I'm always hot, baby!" Angel joked with a flirtatious smirk as he waved his hand dismissively at Charlie's concerns.
"Besides, in this coat, ya can't tell if I'm ten pounds or a hundred pounds." Angel then added, albeit a bit anxiously this time but no one seemed to notice.
"Well, come with me to the dining-room; dinner's almost ready!" Charlie announced as she excitedly began to lead everyone to the dining-room. Once everyone had taken their seats, dinner had been served. With a somber expression, Angel merely poked at his food with his fork rather than eating it as he attempted to tune out the idle conversation that surrounded him.
"Everyone?! Can I have your attention please?!" Angel was then startled out of his sinking feelings of loneliness by Charlie standing up and rapidly beginning to tap on her champagne-glass with her fork.
"I have a little surprise for you all! Introducing this evening's entertainment: Verosika Mayday!" Charlie announced as Verosika Mayday stepped into the center of the room with her microphone in hand. Verosika had dressed herself in a black, sleeveless, elegant mini-dress with a slit up both sides and she had also tied back her long, blonde hair into a studious bun, similar to Charlie's. Angel instantly took notice of how sad Verosika appeared to be as nearly the entire dining-room burst into an uproar of cheers at her presence.
"Hey, everyone..." Verosika greeted with a sigh that caused her microphone to crackle slightly.
"As requested by The Princess of Hell, I will be preforming something a little different tonight...This song is dedicated to an old ex of mine..." Verosika explained before beginning to softly sing, the entire dining-room falling silent for her song.
"Take a look at my body, look at my hands...There's so much here that I don't understand...Your face say these promises, whispered like prayers...I don't need them...Because I've been treated so wrong, I've been treated so long as if I'm becoming untouchable...
I'm the slow-dying flower, I'm the frost of the hour, the sweet turning sour and untouchable..." As Verosika somberly sang her sad tune, Angel could not help but find himself beginning to relate to her lyrics. During Verosika's lament, all Angel could bring himself to think about was Alastor.
"Oh, my gosh! Angel, are you okay?!" Charlie gasped once she had been the first to take notice of the tears that were now practically gushing from Angel's eyes, causing his makeup to run.
"Y-Yeah! I'm fine, I just...really gotta take a leak..." Angel thought of the best lie he could think of on the spot as he reached up to quickly wipe his tears away. His attempt had been in vain as more tears streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably, staining his fur with ruined mascara.
"Again?" Alastor questioned, instantly becoming suspicious of Angel's fib. He just knew that something else had to be wrong with his date.
"Y-Yeah, champagne, ya know? I-It goes right through me...I'll be right back..." Angel then excused himself to the restroom, ignoring Charlie's cries of concern as he sprinted into the lobby's public restroom as quickly as his high-heeled boots would allow him to run. Once he had made it to the men's room, Angel began to softly sob as he examined his appearance within the badly, cracked mirror.
He once again, attempted in vain to wipe away his tears only for more to fall. With a tiny whimper, Angel then opened the front of his fur-coat, revealing that he had been wearing his black mini-skirt beneath it. With a few sniffles, he then began to pinch the skin around his stomach, growing more and more self-conscious all the while. Angel then locked himself within one of the stalls before dropping to his knees in front of the toilet, sticking his finger down his throat and forcing himself to vomit. Although, only bile came up since Angel had not eaten anything at all that day.
"Angel, darling? Are you alright?" Alastor inquired with a slight knock upon the stall's door. He had come in to check on Angel after not fully believing his lie only to quickly grow concerned once he heard Angel wretch.
"No..." Angel groaned sickly, his throat burning from the stomach-acid.
"Are you feeling ill? Was it something you ate?" Alastor frantically questioned as Angel flushed the toilet before exiting the stall.
"Yeah..." Was Angel's only, groggy response as he found himself unable to make eye-contact with his partner.
"Well then, let's get you to bed!" Alastor exclaimed before hurriedly beginning to lead Angel out of the restrooms. After letting Charlie and the others know that Angel was not feeling well, Alastor would then lead Angel up to the hotel-room they shared where the two would then proceed to get ready for bed. After a quick shower, Angel changed into a short, scarlet, silk, see-through night-gown that was decorated with black frills. Angel then climbed into bed and struck a seductive pose as he flashed Alastor a playful smirk. Much to Angel's disappointment, Alastor's only response had been to shove a body-pillow in between himself and Angel before settling down into his side of the bed with a sigh of content.
For a while, Angel just stared at the fluffy, soft barrier that separated him from his partner as the emotional barrier between them became all the more clear. Angel released a sad sigh before climbing out of bed and stepping out onto the balcony, deciding that he needed some fresh air. Once out on the balcony, Angel lit a cigarette and began to smoke in an attempt to calm his nerves. As he blew out a small puff of red smoke with a sigh, Angel began to reflect on his afterlife. While Alastor had never once struck him, Angel Dust still found himself to be more miserable in his current relationship than he had ever been with Valentino. With Alastor, Angel just felt so unattractive, so unwanted.
Tears once again escaped from Angel's mismatched eyes as he began to wonder if this were his personal Hell: Doomed to be trapped within one horrible relationship after another. Angel's thin legs began to tremble as he stepped up onto one of the outdoor chairs, struggling to maintain balance in the high-heeled boots he refused to ever remove because of how much he hated the way his feet looked in the monstrous form he was now forced to take. As Angel stared down at the concrete below him, he contemplated jumping only to remember that his wounds would just magically heal within seconds and that he would still be trapped within this Hell. Dropping to his knees onto the floor of the balcony, Angel began to sob uncontrollably as he clutched the balcony's railing for dear life.