Alastor just couldn't understand it; why was he helping Angel? Why did he feel relaxed when he found him? Why was he angry for not knowing what happened to Angel?
Alastor stayed by Angel's bedside the whole night; the poor thing was used like a sex toy non-stop by Valentino's worst clients. Alastor kept this to himself, not wanting to risk his reputation and not wanting to hear Kara brag about how she was right. Over these past few months, Alastor had feelings for Angel Dust. But he wasn't sure if it was a mutual feeling. He had his shadows fetch him some medical equipment and some grub for Angel when he woke up. The only one that seemed to know about Alastor caring for Angel was Fat Nuggets the pig. The little guy picked up on Angel's scent and found him in Alastor's room.
During the night, Alastor would often hear Angel toss and turn in the bed, whimpering or crying. Night terrors of his time with Valentino replayed in his head over and over. Alastor would be by Angel's side, humming a soft tune to calm him down. "You are safe here, mon ange." Alastor would whisper.
The next morning, Alastor had his shadows fetch some booze so Alastor could reclean and redress Angel's wounds. When his shadows returned, something unexpected happened, Angel had finally started to wake up fully. Alastor kneeled towards Angel "Welcome to the land of sin, Angel dear! How are you feeling?" he said to Angel.
Angel looked around to see that he was back in the hotel. But he was also surprised to see Alastor in the same room as him. Everything was a blur to Angel, the last thing he remembered was leaving Valentino's office after his punishment. Before he had another moment to think about it, he felt Alastor's hand gently touching his arm. Next came a stinging feeling. Angel saw that Alastor was treating his wounds; he finally noticed the number of bandages that were wrapped around all the wounds he had. Alastor rewrapped Angel's arm in a new bandage; Angel's face flushed red at Alastor being so gentle to him.
He recalled the other moments when Alastor stayed with him in his room after his panic attack and when Alastor danced with him to an old song. He always thought that Alastor hated him but maybe he liked him. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door which startled Alastor. His ears and tail perked up like a frightened deer. "Alastor, you awake?" It was Kara.
"Kara! What happened?" Alastor asked, trying not to sound panicky.
"I came here to tell you that Charlie, Vaggie, and I couldn't find Angel," Kara said, then she put her hand on the doorknob.
Just as she was about to open the door, Alastor had one of his shadows block the door so Kara couldn't get in. She was confused as to why Alastor was blocking the door. Angel was both confused with how Alastor was acting but he was also hiding a smile when he saw Alastor act like an actual frightened deer. Kara gave the shadow a deadly glare which scared it into leaving the door unlocked. Kara finally opened the door to Alastor's room then she saw Angel all wrapped up in bandages laying on Alastor's bed while Alastor was standing beside the bed, frozen like an antelope in the headlight.
"It's not what it looks like!" Alastor shouted.
"Oh, my Satan! I knew it! You were worried about Angel!" Kara shouted with glee, "I was right! I told Husker that you would look for Angel! That pussycat lost the bet!"
Alastor groaned and muttered something about skinning Husker. He then tried to lie about how Angel just magically appeared in his room but Kara wasn't buying it. She stated the fact that Alastor had gotten drunk the other night because of Angel. Before Angel could get a word in, Alastor just stated that he had no idea what she was talking about. Well, Kara changed the subject by telling Alastor that since he found Angel, she invited them, plus Vaggie, Charlie, Nifty, Andy, and Husk for a fun night at her club. Tonight was Jazz Night at her club and everyone would be dressed up.
Angel's eyes light up at the dressing up part; he had been dying to wear that pink dress that Kara let him buy so this was the perfect opportunity. Angel sprung up from bed and told Kara that they'd be there. Kara told Angel that she left the dress in his room. Alastor glared at Kara, knowing the fact that she planned this; making him carry Angel to his room. "Don't be late. We'll be at the club, waiting for you lovebirds." Kara teased before leaving.
Alastor made sure that Kara was gone then he helped Angel out of the bed. He then scooped Angel up into his arms, Angel blushed when Alastor lifted him. Alastor carried Angel back to his room then he opened the door to Angel's room and carried him inside. He then put Angel down on the seat near Angel's vanity. "Thanks, Smiles. Now I can get ready." Angel stated.
Angel processed to grab his bottle of foundation but when he tried to put some on his face, he winced in pain, forgetting about the wounds on his arm. He tried again but it was the same result; a sharp pain in his arm when he moved his injured arm. Alastor couldn't stand seeing Angel in pain so he gently took the foundation out of Angel's hand. He offered to do Angel's makeup for the night. It was not the first time Alastor had done makeup; he used to help his mother with her makeup. Alastor grabbed a brush, put some fountain on it then gently brushed it all around Angel's face.
Next, Angel felted a thick brush dabbed over his cheeks, dusting blush beneath his lashes, carefully avoiding his smaller eyes. Then, his jaw was cupped, keeping him in place as eye shadow was smudged along his eyelids, focusing around the crease and outer edge with a smaller brush. Mascara followed soon after, slowly carding through his lashes until Alastor deemed it enough. A cool gel met his upper lip, and his lips parted upon their own accord, allowing the gloss to be applied more easily. Only, it wasn't smeared along his mouth by a brush, but by a finger.
Angel's heart skipped a beat when he felt Alastor's finger gently smearing the gloss on his lips. A small part of him was hoping that his lips would be touching something else of Alastors. "You look beautiful, my dear. See for yourself." Alastor said.
Angel opened his eyes and then looked at himself in the mirror. He was speechless; he was impressed with Alastor's work. "Wow…"
The look was heavily inspired by actresses of the 1920s, that much he could tell. A pale, berry pink blush dusted a rosy circle at the center of his cheekbones, lighting his face and contrasting against the shimmering smokey eye he donned. Charcoal liner darkened his upper and lower waterlines, thickening long, black lashes, and focusing all attention on his mismatched eyes. Last, but not least, were his lips, stained in ruby gloss that was shiny enough to reflect the lights gleaming around his mirror. "I… I love it." Angel whispered.
Angel then grabbed the pink dress which Kara had redesigned to be a little shorter than its normal length. He went into the bathroom and then changed into the dress. When Angel came out of the bathroom now changed into the pink dress, he asked Alastor what he thought. Alastor tapped his finger against his chin, thinking about the dress. He could tell that something was missing. He then snapped his fingers as an idea struck, practically bouncing in place as he manifested his microphone from thin air. Alastor worked his magic on Angel's outfit, Cinderella-style.
But as quickly as it had started, it ended with two taps of Alastor's microphone stand. The demon's static faded to its usual low-drone, and his voice rang out again. "Much better! I must say, you look like a true starlet now!" Alastor commented then summoned a body-length mirror, revealing Angel's new dress with some new changes.
The Barbie pink dress was now a bias-cut flapper dress with sparkly sequins rising from the bottom hem in loose trails up to his knees. From there, white pearls formed intricate spider webs from thigh to bodice. He trailed his now-black-gloved fingers along the rich fabric, admiring the delighted grin on his face as his fingers traced the plunging neckline. It exposed the top of his chest fluff, modest, yet sensuous, in the way it dipped. It was accentuated by the pink pearls that wrapped around his throat and then dipped to his ribs. The last part of the outfit was a beautiful rouge rhinestone beaded headband on Angel's head.
Angel almost passed out seeing his 1920s look; he had to give it to Alastor, the man knows style. The next thing he knew, Alastor used his powers to teleport him and Angel to Kara's club just in time. When they walked into the club, loud jazz music was playing as lots of couples were dancing. Some were doing The Charleston, The Fox Trot, The Black Bottom, or The Shimmy. Others were either drinking, chatting, or standing around. They spotted the rest of their friends minus Charlie and Vaggie who were dancing. The second Kara, Husk, Andy, and Niffty laid their eyes on Angel, their jaws dropped.
"Angie?! Woah! I didn't make those changes." Kara stated.
"You can thank Smiles for that. He's the one that made me like this." Angel said, smiling at Alastor.
"Alastor as a fairy godmother? I did not see that coming." Kara commented.
She went up to the mic stand before Alastor could get a word out. Kara then had the music changed with a flick of her hand to a more fast-paced tone. She then shined a spotlight on Angel and Alastor. She motioned them to get on the dance floor and dance to the song. Alastor was about to decline but Angel grabbed his hand and then dragged him to the dance floor.
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Angel put his upper arms around Alastor's neck then put his lower arms on Alastor's waist as Alastor did the same thing.
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
The two demons were dancing their hearts out, completely in sync. Most of the couples watched Alastor and Angel dancing. Charlie was squealing with delight. "They are so cute!" she shrieked.
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Angel never felt so full of joy before. Dancing with Alastor tonight, was the most fun he ever had.
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
The song ended with Alastor dipping Angel, the light making him glisten in a starlight mood. Without thinking, he cupped Angel's face leaned in close, and then kissed Angel on the lips.