Chapter 4: Violence is never the answer, it's the question. The answer is yes.
The newly formed trio soon found themselves a few blocks away from Cherri's apartment, Six had his 12 gauge shotgun named Dinnerbell at the ready. Cherri had the plasma grenade in her hand as well as her own munitions strapped to her hip. Angel had his Tommy Gun and a grin plastered across his face. Turning the corner there was an army of demons fighting against Cherri's minions. The shotgun roared as Six pulled the trigger, blasting a demon to its own personal afterlife, and then Six started to laugh to himself.
Cherri stared at the mailman, "What the fuck are ya laughing at you crazy bastard?"
"I'm killing demons in hell!" Six yelled as he whipped around and blasted the head off a demon who thought they could take him from behind, with more shots the demons started to focus on Six. Soon the opposing gang were all focused on Six, who was taking them out one by one with each blast of his shotgun.
Six didn't stop his tirade, "I've murdered mutant lizards! I've dispatched literal skeletons kept alive by fucked up science! I've annihilated the Legion singlehandedly!" Another shot rang out of Dinnerbell, and two more demons met their end from the shotgun.
Cherri stopped throwing her bombs as she stared at Six, then turned her head toward Angel, who had also ceased shooting the opposing demon gang. Cherri took more steps toward Angel, her eye focused on the mailman. "Angie, where the fuck did you find this guy?"
Angel who now had his gun lowered stared at the destruction that the mailman was causing. "He just…fell into our laps."
Their moment of respite was cut off when a grenade tumbled in the direction of the two demons and out of instinct, Angel tackled Cherri out of the way, and towards Six. Who was now crouched behind cover.
Six chuckled at the two as they came in his direction and joined him behind the hollowed out husk of a bus he found himself behind. "Hey Cherri, I think now would be a good time to use that grenade I gave you." He said as he reloaded his shotgun.
Cherri shook her head and roused herself out of her stupor. "What?! I couldn't hear you over the fucking ringing in my ears!"
Six rolled his eyes and subsequently, his head and pointed at Cherri's belt. Which held the plasma grenade. He then mimicked the action of tossing it over the bus, then gave her a thumbs up.
Cherri immediately picked up what Six was insinuating, she grabbed the plasma grenade, found the pin, focused on the remaining demons firing at them, saw the closest ones grouped together, pulled the pin and threw it at their feet.
The demons stopped firing as they looked down at what clattered at their feet. "YEAH! AN EYE FOR AN EYE BITCHES!" Cherri shouted as the grenade went off, she stared at the green light that enveloped the group, she could only see their silhouettes as they melted into green radioactive puddles.
The rest of the demons were running off now as their numbers had dwindled significantly. But Six, he didn't believe in that, he put Dinnerbell away and ran after the fleeing demons. He crested a hill of debris, pulled out his CZ57 Avenger, and held down the trigger.
The barrel of the Avenger took only a few seconds before unleashing a torrent of 5 millimeter rounds through the fleeing demons.
Six could only feel a few things in that moment, the kick of the minigun as it unleashed hell, the grip of his hands as he held it steady and the hammering of his heart as he saw the counter of bullets dwindle from 120 to 60 to 30 to 15 to 0.
All that was left after he shredded the fleeing demons were their boots. Six let out a sigh of relief as he stored the Avenger back in his inventory, he then pulled out A Light Shining in Darkness and attached the .45 pistol to his hip.
Cherri and Angel slowly approached the courier, "Holy fuckballs Six." Angel commented as he looked at all the corpses. Angel kicked over a headless corpse that was set that way due to the buckshot from Dinnerbell. As Angel and Cherri observed their surroundings, Six was busy doing what he normally did after amassing a pile of corpses.
Six was looting the pockets of the demons he just shuffled off their mortal coil, a lot of them had their cash in wallets, picking up one gun after another, shuffling through an assortment of knives, collecting every bullet he could get his hands on.
Cherri just looked at the courier, "SIX! What the fuck are ya doin'?"
Six snapped his attention to the cyclops, "What's it look like?" He asked rhetorically.
Cherri just stopped, "It looks like you're looting the corpses." Six just nodded, "I'm guessing this is regular for ya, ain't it."
Six stood back up and stared at the taller demon, "Yeah pretty much, I mean." He kicked the corpse of the guy he was previously crouched down next to, "You really think this motherfucker is going to need his wallet now?"
Angel walked around Six, standing behind the mailman draping his breast fluff on the helmet of the courier and his lower set of arms over his shoulders, crossing them at the wrists as he was leaning on the mailman, "Well you do have a point Six, howeva." Angel used his upper right arm and hand to point at the corpses. "These guys can come back."
Six was now confused as he followed the upper arm of Angel Dust, "So wait, these assholes can respawn? How?"
Cherri answered the mailman's question, "Unless you use a special kind of holy weapon or ammo, they just come back. Apparently its supposed ta hurt like a motherfucker, I dunno though. Never been through it myself."
"Hmm, looks like I'm gonna need to be investing in some special ammo then." Six said aloud, "Don't suppose you two would be willing to assist me in a shopping trip?"
Cherri shrugged, "Eh, I'm up for it. Angie?" She looked at Angel Dust, before the porn star could answer the question he was cut off.
Angel's phone started buzzing from his pocket and he took an arm off Six to answer it, "Yeah?" There was a pause, "S-Sorry daddy." Six took note of this; he put a hand over Angel's hand that was draped over his shoulder and felt his heartbeat quickening through his wrist. Something was making Angel nervous, he did say he was a prostitute. Could this be his pimp? Six listened in closely as the spider demon continued. "I'll be over, I promise…" Another pause, his pulse still at the height it was only a few seconds earlier. Six slightly tightened his grip on Angel's hand. Angel gripped back, then Angel hung up. "Sorry, I gotta go." Angel went to leave, his progress was stopped by Six, who still held his hand in an ironclad grip.
"You're not going to go anywhere Angel." Six said, "It's rude to just leave your friends high and dry."
"Six, I really have to go." Angel pleaded.
"I hope you know what you're doing Six." Cherri commented, "I wouldn't fuck with Valentino."
"So that's his name?" Six asked Cherri, "Sounds like an asshole."
"Six, he can make your life a living hell and what's worse is that we're already in hell!" Angel said, "Please don't pick a fight with Valentino, because that only gets the other two involved."
"They're called the three V's. Vox, Valentino, and Velvette." Cherri picked some debris out of her hair. "They're considered overlords and decently close to Lucifer. If one goes missing, who knows what would happen?"
"Not all enemies have to be killed. If they've got brain cells." Six said, "I've got an idea. If you're up for it Angel."
Angel looked hesitant, "Six, I get that you want to be helpful but we just met."
"Angel, I've done a lot for people that I 'just met'." Six pulled him a little closer, "I'm not going to just stand by and watch my friend put themselves in a situation that could be potentially dangerous. That's just not who I am, and if Valentino wants a war. Well, he's never met a guy like me."
"I would at least hear him out." Cherri started, "How many people do we know that can just whip out a minigun and make it disappear like nothing ever happened?" She concluded with a shrug.
"Alright, what's your plan Six?" Angel asked and the courier just grinned under his gas mask.
Angel soon found himself at his usual spot waiting for Valentino to come pick him up, Six stood behind him leaning back against the building. Six stared at every vehicle that passed by the pair, his red lenses to his gas mask almost glowing at this point, he looked at Angel. The demon looked increasingly nervous as each second passed by. "Calm down, you're only going to make it worse by panicking." Six advised Angel.
"How can I stay calm?" Angel asked the former mailman, "Your plan is crazy! It'll never work."
"Ye of little faith?" Six retorted with his own question.
"We're in hell! There's no faith down here." Angel shouted, his four arms exploding outwards to accentuate his exasperation.
"Angel, I've managed to convince men hell bent on revenge to stay their hand. I turned away an army with just my words alone." Six said, "If there's one person that could help you, it's me." He reached up and put a hand on Angel's shoulder. "Please, at least let me try."
"I'm- I just don't want you getting in over your head." Angel said.
"You mean the same head that has had its brain removed and been shot?" Six mentioned.
Angel looked at Six, "You still have yet to explain how in the fuck ya managed to have your brain removed and still fuckin' survive."
"That's a later chapter in my story, it's something that not even I fully understand myself." Six said as he rested said head against the same building he was leaning most of his body against, "As far as getting in over my head? That's something that perfectly sums up my entire journey." Six sighed as he saw a limo pulling up, red in color. A stark contrast to the limo from the hotel. The slight squeaking of the brakes caught the attention of Angel. Six stopped leaning and straightened himself out, "You ready?" He whispered to the spider demon.
"No." He whispered back, "We're probably going to get fucked."
"Then let's do so on our terms." Six said as he stepped in front of Angel. There was a demon that opened the door and gestured for Angel to get in. Angel instinctively took a step forward only to be blocked by the courier. He was pushed back, Six tilting his head slightly. "Sorry pal, he's not going anywhere."
The demon narrowed its...eye? The thing looked like a giant walking vagina which was incredibly off putting, given the fact that it had tentacles that made it even more so off putting. In the darkness of the limo, there were two heart shaped lenses and a wicked grin. "And who are you to tell Angel Cakes what to do?"
"I'm not telling him what to do, I'm telling you that he's not going with you." Six responded, "At least not without me."
"You looking to sell your body too?" The figure asked.
"Yeah because all the guys and gals are looking for someone who looks like they got turned into swiss cheese, fought a bear, ran through a house fire ass naked and then jumped in a pool filled with knives for shits and giggles." Six said, "I'd honestly be surprised if ANY one wants what's underneath this mask." The courier laughed to himself.
"Then why would you be coming along?" The demon asked.
"To buy Angel's contract of course." Six said, and the demon in the limo started laughing.
"You think I'm just going to give up Angel cake's contract like that? To an absolute nobody?" He laughed.
"Huh, guess you were right, Angel. Looks like this guy really doesn't like gold." Six mentioned, which stopped the laughing. Six turned to walk away, he heard the distinct sound of hammers to guns clicking back, ready to fill him full of lead.
"Oh? And what's to stop me from shooting your ass and taking it off your body?" The pimp asked.
"One, I'm wearing bulletproof armor. Two, I'm standing right in front of your main attraction right now and he could be caught in the crossfire. Three, you'd never be able to find it considering how much stuff I'm carrying. Finally, you're massively outgunned." Six said with his back still turned to the gang that had him at gunpoint.
"I'm massively outgunned?" The demon in the limo asked.
Six, reaching into his side, under his trench coat pulling out a grenade launcher, turned around and casually aimed it at the limo. "I mean, yeah pretty much."
The demons froze as they had not seen it previously. "Is that a…"
"Forty millimeter pump action grenade launcher that I just pulled out of seemingly nowhere? Yeah, it is." Six replied, "So you're left with three options, allow me to come along. Get blown up. Or step out of the limo and let's talk business."
"You do realize just what exactly it is you're doing, right?" The pimp asked.
"Yeah, the thing is I really don't care." Six said, "I don't care who you are or who you think you are. I'm here for one reason, that reason is Angel. Whether you choose to hear me out or get blown the fuck up is not a concern of mine."
"That's ballsy." The pimp said, then he stepped out, revealing his entire frame. It was a purple moth in a red pimp coat with a white collar, the collar was speckled with miniature red hearts. His sunglasses were in the shape of hearts. "And admirable." He held out his hand, "The name is Valentino."
"I'm well aware." Six said as he gripped the hand of the demon, "How about we talk business?" Resting the grenade launcher on his shoulder.
"I would be more inclined to listen if I knew whether or not you actually had gold on you." Valentino stated as he released the grip of Six's hand.
Six looked up at the moth and pulled a coin out of his pocket, flipped it up to him. The pimp snatched it out of the air, and bit it. Feeling it bend under the pressure, he then examined the coin. "Aeternit Imperi. Pax Per Bellum?"
"For the eternity of the empire and peace through war." Angel Dust spoke up, "It's latin."
"What have I said about speaking out of turn Angel cakes?" Valentino glared at Angel.
"Translating isn't speaking out of turn, also thank you Angel. I was wondering what that meant." Six thanked the spider while adjusting his grenade launcher, "Let's get one thing absolutely straight Valentino." The courier said as he turned back to the moth, "You're talking to me, you asked me for proof. I provided it, I had a huge ass mountain of those coins melted down into gold bars. I kept that one and a few others as a remnant of what remained also as proof that I'm not talking out of my ass when I say that I have gold. I also have a few other gold bars that I liberated from some douchebags." He admonished the pimp, "Now are we here to do business, or am I going to have to follow through on my promise from earlier?"
"We can talk business, but first I'm going to need your name." Valentino said.
"Call me Six." The mailman replied.
"Like, the fucking number?" Valentino then scoffed, "That's ridiculous."
"It's a title." Six replied, "You see, I kinda have memory problems after being shot in the head and surviving."
Valentino's eyebrow raised at that, "Hmm, so that's why you have the gas mask?"
"To cover up my ugly mug, yeah. No one wants to fucking see this shit." Six pointed to himself, "But let's stop with the digressions and talk business."
"If you want Angel's contract, you'll have to pay a very hefty price. Because it's not just a contract. Is it Angel cakes?" He asked the nervous white spider demon, while reaching over to him. Only to be stopped by Six, who stared at Valentino with a tilted head. He stopped his advancement.
"It's a contract for my soul." Angel explained, "Whoever has possession of it, has possession of my soul. When someone offers to buy a soul contract, they better be prepared to pay a lot for it."
"Well, luckily. I have a lot." Six said, "So, what do ya say?"
"I'll have to think about it." Valentino scratched his chin, "Angel makes me a lot of money."
"With the money I'm offering, you could buy 50 of him, maybe even 100. Then you make a lot more." Six suggested, "Tell you what." Six flipped the coin back to Valentino, "Hold onto that. Think it over, come back when you've made a decision."
"What about him?" He tilted his head towards Angel.
"Consider that as me paying for his time until you've come to a decision." Six said.
"That might cost a little more." Valentino said, another coin was flipped into his possession, this time a silver coin. "Gold and silver? You're a demon of many mysteries."
"I don't like people knowing my every move." Six replied as he turned toward Angel, "Helps in the long run. Just to make sure I don't get shot in the head again."
"You must be incredibly lucky to have survived something like that." Valentino commented.
"I'm a lot luckier than most." Six told Valentino, "Think it over. It might save you a headache or two."
Valentino shifted the coins in his hand pausing for a moment, "Guess I'll talk to you later Six." He turned around and made his way back into the limousine, his heart shaped sunglasses being the only thing visible, before the door closed and the window rolled up. Soon, the limousine pulled away and turned the corner.
Angel breathed a huge sigh of relief, "Holy shit Six! That was terrifying."
"You know the thing I hate most about people like that?" Six asked Angel.
"That they're ruthless?" He asked back.
"No, they're smart." Six turned back to Angel, "Let's go home." He suggested.
"No argument there." Angel relented, as he pulled out his hellphone and called the limo. Six was in the same kind of catatonic state as they made their way back to the hotel within the car. "Six." Angel started, Six could only turn his attention towards the prostitute. "Don't mention this to anyone else but, thank you." Six tilted his head in confusion. Angel just held the courier tight for the rest of the trip, occasionally rubbing his back. The vehicle soon came to a stop, and they both got out. Six slightly faster than Angel so much so that the white spider demon was practically dragged out of the limo by Six.
The courier breathed a sigh of relief once more as he exited the vehicle again, "I said we were walking back, that wasn't walking back." Six commented.
Angel grabbed the wrist of the former mailman and pulled him into a side alleyway, out of sight from the hotel; he pinned him against the wall. Six could only look up at the spider demon, "I gotta know something, now that you're not in a fuckin' coma anymore." Angel paused and slowly released Six, "Why did you help me?"
"Isn't it obvious? You're my friend, I'd do anything for my friends." Six told him whilst looking him dead in the eyes.
"Friend? Ya hardly know anything about me!" Angel said sternly.
"Yet, you didn't hesitate to introduce me to Cherri. Have me talk to, as well as practically threaten your pimp, and negotiate for your soul contract." Six stated, his hands still pinned to the wall by the spider demon. "Angel, helping people is what I do. Doesn't fucking matter how much I know them or not."
Angel slowly released his grip on the courier, having his arms fall to his side, his lower set of arms slowly crossed over one another. "You didn't have to…" Angel mumbled.
"Yeah, you're right." Six put a hand on the shoulder of the demon towering over him, "I wanted to. Because believe it or not, there are people who just want to help. With nothing to gain from it. Like me or Charlie."
Angel looked at Six, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes then he looked down. "But, why? I'm nobody."
Six poked Angel in his breast fluff, drawing his finger up to Angel's chin, tilting his head up enough to look Six in the eye. "Seems to me that there's somebody right in front of me." Six moved his hand over Angel's heart, "I don't think you're a nobody Angel. In fact, you matter a lot more than you would think." Six turned toward the entrance of the alleyway, taking a few steps in that direction. "However, I don't think I'm the one you need to convince." He told the porn star after pausing and looking at him from behind.
The spider demon followed the courier with his gaze alone, the man was almost glowing. He brought an arm up to his eyes and wiped away the tears that threatened to spill onto his cheeks. Angel took a deep breath, straightened his posture and proceeded to follow the mailman back to the hotel. Seems like I got more than one friend afta' all. He smirked slightly after that thought invaded his mind, however this wasn't like his usual cocky grin. He actually felt a little bit safer with Six around.
The pair got back to the hotel and almost everyone was asleep, except for Charlie. She was sitting behind the front desk with a coffee in her hand. She jolted up when she saw Angel and Six enter the lobby. "There you two are! I was worried sick!" She shouted as she made her approach.
"Whoa calm down, we're fine." Angel held up all four hands in a surrendering gesture, "The time jus' got away from us is all."
Charlie pointed at the T.V. with a remote, the T.V. which contained a still image of Six with his minigun blasting a bunch of demons. "Mind explaining that?" Charlie asked.
"To be fair," Six held up a finger. "You told us to be safe and look out for each other, that of which we did. We are completely unharmed, and we were looking out for each other."
"And we didn't take any drugs." Angel pointed out, "I think Vaggie said that."
"Well, that is technically true…" Charlie scratched the back of her head with the remote to the T.V. "Wait a minute, don't turn this around on me! Being safe means no firefights!"
Six rolled his eyes as well as his head on his neck in turn, he then snapped his attention to the princess. "Listen Charlie, like you said yourself. This is hell, and I come from a place which is very much like hell. Where the only safety you could guarantee was your own, and the only way to do that was to get into a fight." Six sighed, "So, sometimes you just gotta be grateful that we got back home without a scratch."
Charlie looked down, "This isn't how I wanted things to turn out, but I guess we don't always get what we want. Right?" Charlie sighed as well, "You're going to be on channel 666 news tomorrow, I tried to convince Alastor but he refused."
"Just me?" Six asked, "Doesn't that seem a little risky?"
"Well, they won't let Vaggie and me back after what happened. Angel would attract the wrong crowd, Niffty couldn't care. Husk would be drunk, and Alastor said no." Charlie informed Six.
"Alright, fine. I'll do it, I'm guessing you prepared a speech for me or something?" Six asked the princess.
"That…would be a good idea." Charlie admitted, "I'll get started on it tomorrow, for now. Let's get some sleep."
The trio got to the elevator and started to ascend the building, "You know something that would help?" Six asked rhetorically, "A night shift staff."
"Maybe down the line, if your interview goes well." Charlie said, "For now, I need some sleep."
"Agreed." Angel said as the elevator reached their floor and they made their way to their rooms. Charlie opened and closed her door, the light seen peeking from the cracks in the door cut out in her room.
Six wrapped his hand around the door handle but was stopped when he felt something on his shoulder, he saw Angel's hand. "What's up Angel?" He asked but was stopped when he felt all four of the arms of the spider demon wrap around him.
"I…I wanted to thank you…in private." Angel suggested with a small smile.
"Angel." Six said quietly, "I-I haven't had feelings like that for a long while."
"Oh." The demon began to let go, only to be held in place by Six's hand.
"Listen, I don't know how long I'm going to be here. I don't want you to get your hopes up only to be disappointed later." Six told him, "There's a lot that I don't know as of this moment. But I'm not saying no."
"Then what are you sayin'?" Angel asked the courier.
"Let's not rush things." Six told him, "I'm interested. But we're not out of the woods yet. For now? Let's get some rest, and take it one day at a time."
Angel hugged Six tight, "I still don't want to sleep alone tonight."
"Alright, fine then." Six relented, "Your room or mine?"
Angel took Six to the room next door and opened it up, revealing a lot of pink colored items. A light up vanity, a heart shaped bed, and a pig napping in the corner. Said pig woke up and waddled over to Angel. "Nuggs!" Angel shouted as he closed the door, "Come to momma!" He picked up the pig with his lower arms and nuzzled him. "Who's a widdle cutie pie!"
"So, you like pigs?" Six asked.
Angel looked up from the pig he dubbed Nuggs. "Oh! Sorry." He walked over to the courier, holding his pet pig out to him. "Six this is Fat Nuggets, isn't he just the cutest thing you ever did see?"
Six looked at the pig, "Yeah, he's pretty adorable. Can't really say I came across too many cute things in the Mojave."
"Well take him, I gotta change." Angel held out Nuggets to Six.
"Oh, okay…" Six reluctantly took hold of Fat Nuggets. Holding him out in his grip, his arms fully extended as Angel went into his closet. The pig oinked at him, Six tilted his head. "You got me." He sat on Angel's bed. Six just put the pig on his lap, Nuggets curled up into a ball and closed his eyes. "You remind me of Rex."
"Who's Rex?" Angel asked as he stepped out in a maroon bathrobe, the bathrobe loosely hanging off his shoulders, barely covering anything.
"Rex is a Cyberdog. I helped him get a new brain." Six said.
Angel's eyes narrowed, "What is it with you and brain things? You get shot in the head, have had your brain removed and replaced a dog's brain."
"I dunno, I'm pretty sure god hates me." Six said, while standing up and putting Nuggs in the grip of Angel Dust. "Do you mind if I take a shower?"
"I don't got a shower." Angel said, "Only a bathtub."
"I know I come from a dirty place, but that sounds unsanitary. This is coming from a guy who has bathed in irradiated lakes." Six mentioned while taking off his helmet and gas mask.
"That sounds…whoa." Angel interrupted himself as he took a good look at Six's face. It was mostly covered by the scar above his right eyebrow and covering most of the right side of his face. His brown beard was broken up by an occasional scar from a knife. Angel couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, one of his thumbs brushing against the scar above his eye.
Six froze up, flinching slightly, "Please stop." He said suddenly.
Angel retracted his hand, "Sorry."
"I get it, it just…reminds me of that night." Six informed the demon, "What people don't tell you about revenge is the hollow feeling you have afterwards. There's no sense of fulfillment, just existence afterwards. I went through every hoop imaginable to put the people that shot me into the ground. Then after all was said and done, I wandered the Mojave."
Angel hugged the courier again, this time from the front his lower arms wrapped around Six's torso and his top pair of arms pressing the head of the courier into his breast fluff, "Don't struggle." He told Six. Six just sighed, and slowly wrapped his arms around Angel. He closed his eyes briefly, allowing his guard to drop for a moment. These moments were few and far between for the courier, but he relished them. He leaned into Angel, and sighed. The demon was slowly petting the head of the courier. "Come on, let's get you in the bath." He walked into the bathroom and started to fill it with warm water.
Six stripped off his armor, he got the trenchcoat and chest piece off when Angel walked back in, he saw the litany of scars that covered the body of the courier. "Holy fuck…"
Six slowly turned to Angel, "Yeah…I know." He moved to his pants and armored boots. Slowly taking them off, leaving himself in the nude. "Thanks Angel." Six said as he walked past the demon and slowly got into the bathtub. Lowering himself into the warm bubble infested water, he breathed a sigh of relief. Angel approached the bathtub, Six stared at Angel. "What are you doing?" He asked the demon.
"You paid for my time." Angel explained, "Whether you like it or not I'm helping you do something. So sit back and relax."
Six sighed and sat back, "Just…nothing sexual, please?"
Angel grabbed a loofa, a bottle of shampoo, some body wash, and threw some bath salts into the water. Angel poured some shampoo into one of his hands, rubbed two hands together and started lathering it into the hair of the courier, massaging the cleaning compound into his scalp. Breaking up the dirt, grime, and oil. "How can ya get so dirty after only one day?" Six opened his mouth to reply, "The question is rhetorical hun." Angel stopped him, "I told ya to relax."
Angel continued to wash the courier, until he reached his waistline. He looked at the human with a raised eyebrow. "I think I can get the rest." Six said.
"Raise your leg you idiot." Angel told him.
"Oh." Six raised his leg over the edge of the tub.
"Here's a question, why didn't you take that off?" Angel pointed at his pip-boy while washing his leg with the soap infused loofah.
"Force of habit." Six said, "The thing is waterproof, and it's like having a more advanced hellphone."
"Advanced?" Angel asked, "It looks like something outta the 1950's."
"It can tell me what ailments I'm suffering from, what limbs are broken, what I'm addicted to, how much radiation my body has absorbed." Six mentioned, "So I'd say that's pretty advanced."
"Whateva." Angel said as he moved to the other side and started cleaning his other leg. He studied the scars on the body of the courier. "Wait a minute, that's a surgical scar."
"I've had multiple surgeries." Six explained, "All to increase my chances of survival."
"Jeez." Angel sighed as he finished washing the leg. Angel looked at the human, "Just how much have you been through Six?"
"It's a long story for a reason." Six replied.
The night moved on quietly, Angel lay on his bed, belly side down and his feet which had slippers on were crossed in the air behind him. Six was busy putting on some pajamas. "Hey Six."
The courier looked at the demon that called his attention, "What's up?" He asked.
"I know you said that ya wanted to be called Six, and I don't mind doin' that. But, what is your name?" The white spider demon had a hand on his chin.
Six smiled, "You really just want to know my name?"
"Yeah." Angel nodded slightly, his fingers drummed on his cheek.
"It's Stephen." Six replied, "My friends used to call me Steve."
"Used to?" Angel asked.
"I don't have any more friends." The courier explained.
"Y'know, you don't look like a Steve." Angel scrutinized.
"Yeah, I got that a lot." Six said, "That's why I prefer Six."
"You also gotta love the alliteration. Steve, Six." Angel pointed out, "It's poetic."
"Never was the biggest fan of poetry." Six said, "I mean, no offense to those who do."
"Oh please, the only thing that I like hearing rhymes from is music." Angel dismissed with a wave of another hand.
"Same." Six said as he fiddled with his pipboy. "I wonder…"
"What's up?" Angel asked, looking up from his BDSM magazine.
"Well, my pip boy can pick up radio signals. I wonder what Alastor is broadcasting." Six curiously said.
"It's not worth it, from what Vags told me it's just nonstop screaming and torture." Angel explained.
"Huh." Six sighed as he lay down next to Angel, "Whatcha readin'?"
"It's jus' a catalog of different BDSM stuff; paddles, ropes, handcuffs, shit like that." Angel explained.
Six looked at the mannequin that was tied up with rope, "Well obviously you're good at it." He looked back at Angel.
"Yeah, that one took a while ta learn." Angel pointed out, he paused for a moment. "Y'know everyone is going to talk about this."
"Talk about what?" Six asked.
"You stayin' in my room tonight." Angel stated while gesturing at him and sitting up.
"It doesn't have to be that way if you don't want it to be." Six said.
"Lemme guess, you have some sci-fi doohickey that can make you teleport." Angel guessed while rolling his eyes.
"Yeah but that's only to one place, and it's not working. No, what I got is something that can make me turn invisible." Six explained.
"Of course you do." Angel flatly replied.
Six rested his head against a pillow, looking at the porn star. "Do you want me to?"
"Is it bad to say that I dunno what I want?" Angel looked away, the courier looked at the demon.
"Y'know. I struggle with that question myself." Six told the demon. "I think for now, just doing the right thing is enough. So if you want me to creep out of here before breakfast. I will, but if you want people to think we fucked, I can deal with it."
"You decide." Angel turned to the courier, "Every decision I've made so far just got me into deeper shit. So, you decide."
"Alright then." Six nodded. "I'll decide, but first. We gotta get some sleep."
Angel lay back on the heart shaped bed, and looked at the courier. Six looked back at the demon, his purple eyes looking back at the demon's red and pink eyes. Angel's eyes slowly closed, drifting into unconsciousness. Six pulled the blanket over both of them, the lights were still on. Six took out a bottle cap, since right now it was useless. He looked at the lightswitch and snapped it over to the switch, turning it off, causing the lights to turn off as well. The bottle cap clattered somewhere, Six decided he'll get it in the morning. Closed his eyes, and went to sleep.