"Hello! Hi! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" Charlie extended her arm toward the lobby to welcome the new guest. He was from the Envy Ring, considering he was definitely some kind of sea creature. He shifted his eyes around the hotel as he cautiously entered.

He must be nervous, Charlie thought.

"Uh yeah thanks." He was a man of few words, but Charlie was sure she would have him opening up in no time!

"Oh! You're name one more time?" Charlie clasped her hands together, waiting patiently.

"Alon." He was wearing a jacket, keeping his hands stuffed in his pockets. He really seemed uncomfortable.

"Alon! Allow me to give you the Grand Tour of the hotel!" Charlie guided him to the bar where Husk stood behind the counter, polishing glasses. Angel Dust was polishing his own glass by downing some Scotch. Both looked towards Charlie, then to Alon.

"Everyone, this is Alon! He's our newest member! Alon, this is Husk our Bartender," Husk gave a weak wave with his polish rag. "And this is Angel Dust, our original first member!" Alon looked at Angel Dust up and down quizzically.

"Haven't I seen you before?" Angel Dust set his glass down on the bar and stood up theatrically.

"Oh I'm sure you have, Flippers. I'm the most famous PornStar in all seven rings of Hell!" He finished his introduction with a pose. Charlie side glanced at Alon and he didn't seem impressed.

"Interesting." Charlie let out a nervous giggle. She didn't want their newest guest being turned off so quickly. Angel Dust plopped back down on his barstool, clearly upset by Alon's lack of enthusiasm.

"I can go ahead and show you to your room if you'd like!" Alon looked past Charlie to a elongated hallway.

"Actually, can you show me where the kitchen is? I'm a big breakfast person." Charlie felt her cheeks burn from her smile getting so big.

"Me too! Absolutely!" She hooked her arm into Alon's and led him to the kitchen down the hall.

"Here it is! We always have breakfast items stocked, but if you have a preference for something and we don't have it, please let me or my Hotelier know!"

"Um what's a Hotelier?" Before Charlie could respond, Alon felt a presence behind him. His amphibian skin began to crawl and warning bells were going off in his head. He quickly spun around and was met face to face with a menacing smile.

"Not a what, a whom. Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you." He held his hand out but quickly retracted it once he noticed how slimy Alon's hands were.

"Yeah. You too." Alon seemed very nervous now, Charlie noted. There was nothing she could do about that though. Alastor didn't exactly have an aura that was welcoming. More like a warning.

"I'm sure our dear Charlie is giving you a splendid tour. Don't let me be in your way!" With that, the tall deer-like demon seemingly vanished in thin air. Charlie let out a light chuckle to try and lighten the mood.

"Typical Alastor, always doing something for the hotel! I'm sure." She mumbled that second part. Truth be told there was no telling what he was running off to do.

"Yeah, seems real busy. Um could I go to my room now?" Alon asked, glancing at the fridge once more. Charlie noticed.

"Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat if you are!"

"NO!" Alon said quickly. He gathered himself and repeated it, more calm.

"Um no. I'm just taking in my surroundings is all. I'm actually pretty beat." Charlie chalked up his odd behavior to his nerves being shot from just meeting the Radio Demon. She couldn't blame him.

"Oh of course! Just follow me!" Alon began to follow her out of the kitchen, but not before gripping the pink bottle in his jacket pocket, making sure he still had it safe. Meeting the demon he was supposed to trick into drinking this had his stomach in knots. Val better give him one hell of an orgy for this one.

The next morning, Alon waited in the kitchen for Alastor to appear. Vox told him that he always enjoyed his coffee first thing in the morning. He had already put the potion in the fridge, next to a carton of milk. It was disguised in a creamer bottle and he hoped that Alastor wouldn't notice.

"Why good morning! Wasn't expecting to see anyone else at this hour." Alastor seemed to have walked through the walls, because Alon didn't even hear him walk in the kitchen. He had the stealth of a cat and it made him even more nervous. He took a swallow of his own coffee to clear up his dry throat.

"Yeah, I'm an early riser. You're a coffee drinker too?" Alon asked as Alastor made his Oh Deer mug appear in his hand. His claws wrapped around the mug securely and Alon couldn't help but think about how those claws would feel in his throat. He needed to get out of here but he couldn't until he saw Alastor drink that potion.

"Oh absolutely. No better way to start the day, other than a skillet grilled lower intestine!" He followed it with a laugh that seemed to have an actual studio audience laugh echo after his. Alon guessed that he looked as terrified as he felt because Alastor continued.

"Oh don't worry. I don't partake in seafood." No humor in his tone. He was serious. Alon tried to let out a giggle, but it came out sounding like he was almost choking. It was time to lay the trap. He waited for Alastor to open the fridge.

"Oh by the way, I would appreciate it if you didn't use my creamer. It's the one in the pink bottle. It's my favorite and I'm not too keen on sharing." Vox told him that if he told the Radio demon to not do something, he will very well do it out of spite. Alastor cocked his head, his shark toothed grin still plastered on his face.

"You know what I'm not too keen on? Having someone tell me what I should and should not drink." Alon was happy that it was working, but now Alastor was looking at him like he suddenly had a taste for the seafood he claimed to hate.

"N-No I didn't mean it like that I-" Alastor held a hand up to silence him as he plucked the pink bottle out of the fridge.

"Actually, I think this would pair quite nicely with my coffee. Don't you think?" He asked as he poured it into his mug. Alon tried to look annoyed and not relieved.

"Yeah. I'm sure it would." Alon grumbled. Alastor brought the cup to his lips and took a couple of good gulps.

"Ah! I must admit you do have quite the taste for creamer's, but black coffee is still much more preferred." Alastor commented nonchalantly. Alon heard footsteps from behind him then heard a yawn.

"Alon? You're up early. Good morning Alastor." Charlie said as another yawn chased after. Alon looked at Alastor and noticed that his jaw tightened slightly. His claws made a small scratch sound they scraped his mug, leaving a mark as he did. His eyes followed Charlie as she walked over to the food pantry to grab a granola bar.

It worked! Now he just had to get the fuck out of here.