Clover's first official day in Hell was mostly spent laying around her new bedroom and hanging up the clothes she'd been so thoughtfully given. The hotel staff flitted in and out; Charlie and Vaggie offered their help, mealtimes came and went- Even Alastor caught her briefly in the hallway to ask if she was enjoying her room, and offered to make it more comfortable if she should wish it. Out of all of them, Niffty was the face that brightened Clover's doorway most often, the tiny housemaid bringing up her old clothes, now freshly washed and dried, and insisting on taking her towel from the day before in exchange for clean ones. Clover didn't argue, but she didn't think she could- She liked the small, vaguely terrifying, bouncy cyclops, and definitely didn't want to get on her bad side.

Early morning on the second day, she'd finally had enough of doing nothing after being up half the night all over again; Clover had debated going down to the lobby again to see if Husker or Alastor would entertain her, but after the tumultuous time they had together she wasn't sure if either of them would enjoy her company. That whole conversation played in her mind as she lay in bed, staring up at the dark ceiling and listening to the creaking sounds of the corridor. It was earlier than anyone should have been awake when she finally decided to get dressed; A dark pleated skirt with tights and a turtleneck was a little more chic than the jeans and band tees she'd worn in life, but if there was ever a time to reinvent herself, now seemed like a good opportunity.

Besides, it never hurt to make a good second impression.

The red sweater she tugged over her head was a last-minute decision; There was something calming about the weight of the weave on her shoulders, and Clover could already feel herself becoming attached to it. Her old boots reacquainted themselves with the stone pathway down the hotel's hill as she returned to the city, keeping a close eye for any ne'er-do-well that may cross her path. The streets felt marginally safer in the daylight hours, and as Clover took in the people who filled the places around her, she found herself feeling oddly at home in Hell; Street musicians took up space on the sidewalk as she neared her destination, filling the air with jolly music to set her pace to, and aside from the normal sex-workers and peddlers that you'd find on any big city street most people seemed content to go about their own business. When the familiar bell of the coffee shop chimed, there was no one to both her with loud announcements of welcome that she'd become accustomed to in the bible bel- There was just Cyrus standing behind the bar with a smug smile.

"Well, look who it is," Cyrus grinned from over the top of the espresso bar as she passed by, joining her at the register after finishing up the drink he'd been making.

"Didn't expect me back?"

"I didn't expect much."

"Ouch."

The little hissing chuckle at her sarcasm gave her a little more courage that she'd be able to see this conversation through, and Cyrus seemed in decent spirits as he leaned into the palms he'd planted on the counter.

"What can I do for you? I can't expect you've already gotten cash unless you're a little more-" His eyes flickered over her modest attire for a moment before they returned to her, and Clover was not a fan of whatever he was implying. "Free-wheeling, than you seem."

"About that-"

Cyrus raised an eyebrow, forked tongue flickering out across his lips as Clover paused to collect herself. She was going out on a limb, she knew she was, but her options were limited. Her confidence was something she could cultivate with time, but this- This she could do.

"I wanted to ask about a job."

"What makes you think I need you?"

"Nothing, I'm just taking a chance because you didn't seem like an asshole the last time I spoke to you.'

He laughed, leaning back into the noise and tossing the towel he'd been idly wiping the counter with over his shoulder before nodding his head towards the end of the bar. Cyrus kicked open the the swinging door that separated the machinery from the public with his foot and swept an arm into the area behind the bar; An apron was tossed in her direction unceremoniously, and she put it on without asking any questions.

"So, you're lucky I've got a bleeding heart-" Cyrus feigned hurt as his hands pressed to his chest, but his smile turned much more serious as he ushered her towards the espresso machine. "Plus, ya' never know what a cute little thing like you will do for business. So, here's your tryout; Make me three different drinks- Whatever the hell you want, with whatever you want."

"With whatever?"

"Yeah, aren't you listen'n sweetheart? Impress me."

Clover couldn't help but roll her eyes, turning to the familiar machines with the small amount of confidence that came from this being in familiar territory. Her first concoction was a simple spiced latte, built with a healthy dose of cinnamon and nutmeg stirred into the espresso and a tiny white dot of foam to hopefully sway him away from noticing her lack of latte-art expertise. The second was an iced beverage, a cool mix of vanilla and mint to complement the heaviness of the cream she chose to carry the flavor and fight against the bite of the bitter roast. Lastly, she spied the tap of cold brew that sat near the sink, and it was quickly mixed with the darkest of the few chocolates that sat in tiny tubs beside the espresso machine and just the smallest sprinkle of ginger that she assumed was reserved for the hot teas that were stocked in neat racks along the rear wall. Clover made sure to leave the workspace as clean as she had found it once she was finished and turned to her possible employer with an expectant smile.

"You just dated yourself," Cyrus said as ruined her work in layering her iced latte with a swirl of his wrist, yellow eyes narrowing to watch how the colors swirled into a soft caramel. "Nothing screams '21st century' like an extensively creative iced coffee."

"If you wanted me to just make an Americano, you could have just said that."

"Don't get me wrong- It's good, knowing your basics and being able to make shit up like that is real good. We get all types."

Clover watched as he tried each of them, disposing of the straws he used to sample the two iced drinks and sipping the spiced latte slowly to better savor its flavor. Her toes began to tap nervously against the rubber mat behind the bar as he set down the mug and stared at the lineup for what felt like a ridiculous amount of time, his arms folded across his chest as he leaned back against the countertop behind him- Finally his pensive expression became more pleased as he shook his head with a small smile, Cyrus sighing reluctantly as he looked at her.

"You got'a name now?"

"It's Clover."

"Well, Clover-" His mouth ticked up at one corner at the name, but if had any smart-mouthed commentary about it, he didn't bother to share. "You got the gig. Come back tomorrow at noon, and you can keep that apron."

"Really!?"

"Pay's not fantastic but you'll get to keep your tips too, on the rare occasion you get them."

"Thank you!" Clover's words tumbled out of her mouth in a mess of enthusiasm, bouncing on her toes as she fumbled to grab the hand he held out to her and shook it hurriedly. "Thank you so much, I just- Thank you."

Cyrus shook his head with a heavy sigh, muttering something about 'going soft' before he motioned her out from behind the bar and slid the two iced drinks she'd made towards her.

"I'm assumin' that you've gotten a room at that hotel, so you might as well take 'em back something. Now get outta here, before I put your ass to work for the afternoon rush."

She didn't have to be told twice; Clover quickly lidded her the two cups and grabbed two straws before darting out the door with a "See you tomorrow!" tossed over her shoulder before the door had a chance to hit her on the way out. The vanilla and mint concoction became hers on the way, and Clover could barely keep herself from skipping down the dirty streets- She just hoped that no one had seen how she'd hopscotched up the hill. The lobby was quiet when she entered, with Husker still sprawled across the concierge desk asleep and Niffty idly dusting the stairwell. The other coffee was placed in the fridge and topped with a scrawled note of 'Free to a good stomach, I hope you enjoy!' alongside its respected straw.

When she returned to the lobby a while later, this time with a paper towel-wrapped sandwich to go with her drink, Husker was up and moving. He blinked blearily as Niffty dusted him right out from behind the desk and onto a nearby couch, bare paws dragging against the carpet as he went. Husk regarded Clover with a wave and, much to his obvious annoyance, she took it as an opening to engage.

"Hey Husker, sorry about intruding the other night."

"It's just Husk, kid," Husk sighed. "It's a free hotel, you can do whatever you want- N' you weren't intrudin' on anything, that asshole just likes to bother me on the rare occasion he's got nothing else to do."

"Sounds like a wonderful friendship."

"Somethin' like that," His ears tilted backward as he said it, and as much as Clover wanted to explore the sudden shift in tone, something told her she would be wandering a winding path with no end- Luckily, he quickly directed them back to the more polite path. "But I'm countin' my blessings that he decided I wasn't worth his time this mornin'."

"Is that why it's so quiet in here?"

Husk chuckled, kicking his feet up onto the couch and running a clawed hand over his face.

"Everyone comes and goes, kid. We've all got a place here, even him, it's just that some of us like to use it more than others."

"Interesting... So, how-"

"Hey! Husky! Whatcha got for me tuh drink?"

The sudden loud addition to the quiet lobby made her jump, Clover's ears pivoting around towards the noise and her eyes following after to find another demon darkening the doorway. A neon pink jacket and matching purse were tossed onto one of the chairs near the front door by one of many sets of arms, while another dusted off a head of flouncy white curls. Clover couldn't help but stare at them, instantly taken by the odd sense of Deja-vu that their appearance had cast over her- It didn't take long for her to realize from where she recognized this white, spidery mystery.

"Hell must be a lot smaller than I thought it was- I think I know you."

"Be careful sayin' that sweetheart," Husk said with a grunt as he got to his feet. "Knowin' this one could only mean a couple of things."

"Are you gonna pour me a drink or insult me, wise ass?" The new demon scowled as he tossed himself into a seat at the bar.

Husk returned to his station, much to the still-cleaning Niffty's display, ducking underneath the countertop and quickly returning with a bottle; His grin was as apparent in his voice as it was on his person, sharp teeth peering out from the amused smile as he poured.

"Sounds like I'm doin' both."

Clover lingered in the no-man land between the bar and where Husk had been lounging a few minutes ago, too hesitant to commit to joining in on their banter; Which in retrospect was ridiculous when she so easily sat next to the "Radio Demon" in the early hours of the morning and involved herself with his games, but she wasn't going to unpack that just yet, too content to blame her confidence on the cover of night- Instead she kept to the edge of the bar, sipping her coffee for caffeine courage before continuing.

"No, I- I literally ran into you, outside a club or something?"

"You're gonna have to be a little more specific toots, " The demon replied as he swirled his martini. "I know a lotta' people."

"You told me you were going to charge me for... looking? I guess? I probably looked like a wreck- Like I'd been to a funeral."

He turned his eyes, all eight of them, to look at her after downing the glass, squinting at the nervous bunny as she busied herself with stirring her nearly-gone drink with her straw. A pink gloved hand met his cheek with a quiet thump as he slumped into it, lips pursing between squished cheeks; Recognition brightened even the darker of his eyes, and the demon suddenly sat up straighter, pointing long fingers in her direction with a smile.

"Oh yeah, I rememba' you! You were that broad that looked like she'd seen a ghost or sumthin'! I almost missed my call time that night cause I was on a smoke break," Accusing fingers turned into an open palm, the demon suddenly more lively than before as a flirtatious grin appeared. "Name's Angel Dust, pleasure's all yours- Well, for a price that is, and it's double for the gals."

"Clover, it's nice to meet you," She could feel herself catching their contagious smile and shaking their hand quickly before returning to her fiddling; Now that they had been properly introduced she had more questions to ask. "So, you're staying here too?"

"Why else would I be in this tacky joint? I'm guessin' you're a guest now too?"

"Kind of. I'm new in town, and I needed a place to stay."

"Ah, I rememba' those days- Don't worry, you're doin' better than most of us did."

The demon took the next glass with a flirtatious smile, swirling this one in much the same way as before and drinking half of it down in one long sip. Another glass was placed on the counter beside him, this one empty in an open invitation that Clover denied by scrunching her nose in a way she hoped to convey her noncommittal response- Maybe later.

"It's nice to meet you, Angel Dust," Clover tipped her coffee cup in his direction as she began to wander backward from the bar. "Maybe we'll get to know each other sometimes."

"I'll be around, don't you worry about it toots."

With that she turned to make her way upstairs, ignoring the not-so-quiet whispers that chased after her. Clover was dead set, pun intended, on riding the days high to its end: She'd gotten a job, she had coffee, and now she had the time to cure her curiosity of what might lay in the hotel's dark corners. The place seemed like a fun house, its regal ceilings and winding hallways promising something new around every corner- Surely there was entertainment to be found somewhere in its depths; A library, a radio, a secluded television, something, anything that would fill her waking hours with something more than twiddling her thumbs.

She just had to find it.