Synopsis: Vaggie and Angel dust have a complicated relationship of love and hate...mostly hate sincerely...

If it wasn't because Angel was their star patient, Vaggie would have thrusted her spear into Angel a long time ago, right through where the sun doesn't shine. And with more than enough reason, according to her.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you can't have sex in the hotel?! You know well that your treatment involves dealing with your sex addiction-!" Vaggie continued scolding the spider demon after catching him in bed with a resident who was trying to get dressed as quickly as possible. Once he did, he walked past Vaggie like Pedro through his house and almost ran out of the room.

"I'm getting sick of your shit!" Vaggie continued. "If I catch you having sex with anyone else again I swear I'm going to throw you out the window! Isn't it possible that-you-what are you doing?" Vaggie stopped, confused.

"Seeing if the height is worth it," Angel responded looking out the window.

"Can't you be normal for once?!"

"Bitch, define 'normal' will you?"

"You're not even going to bother pretending to care about this?"

"Why? Do I get extra points if I do it or what the fuck?

…

Angel's commitment to the hotel was often questioned.

Vaggie and Charlie were at the doors of the hotel with a not at all peaceful countenance.

"He should have arrived half an hour ago," Vaggie said with her arms crossed as she tapped her boot on the floor incessantly.

"I'll go make some tea."

"Thanks hun."

Charlie stood up from his seat and went back inside.

Vaggie checked the time on her phone for the tenth time since she left. He let out a big sigh and massaged his temples.

"Screw him. I-I mean…ah, what does it matter?" She got up and just when she was about to enter the hotel, she saw a wandering demon coming down the street from the horizon, he was pushing a shopping cart with some boxes and something else that Vaggie couldn't place what it was.

"What the…" was the first thing that crossed her mind. The surroundings of the hotel and its nearby grounds were not meant for beggars, not only because of the nature of the hotel, but because Vaggie had made sure to scare away such lowly demons.

When the vagabond arrived at Vaggie, the wandering demon pushed out the entire contents of his cart, among the several bottles of alcohol that fell, an Angel Dust, half asleep, rolled out of the cart, straight to the floor with a stoned expression and tongue in the air.

The vagabond burped as a greeting, or that's what Vaggie wanted to think. Angel Dust grunted as Vaggie was the first thing he saw when he woke up.

Angel Dust stood up clumsily and almost falling over under his own weight, at the same time he cleaned his clothes as best he could, or rather the few clothes he had. His hair was a mess, his white suit was open, exposing his prominent voluptuous fur, his mini pants were pulled down to his feet, thank God he still had underwear on.

"Thanks man, I'll call ya if I need a ride again." He turned to the homeless man, who responded with another burp.

"How did you pay him? I know well that you haven't had money for weeks." Vaggie stared at him with a dumbfounded face, the homeless man had a swarm of flies around him that he had to concentrate fully on not smelling him even by accident.

"Who said I paid you with money?" Angel just cleaned his mouth with his arm.

…

Other times his outbursts were childish.

"Angel is just a damn sandwich!" Vaggie yelled at him in the dining room.

"I refuse to eat this shit!" He said pointing to heel on his sandwich "There are limits, you know?!

"It's just a goddamn heel!"

"I'd rather starve!"

"Great! You would be doing the world a favor!"

"Don't play dumb, bitch! You more than anyone would miss all of this!" He shouted pointing at his posing body for a moment.

Vaggie let out another exasperated sigh, her desire to put up with Angel 's nonsense and shit was running out. For his own good, she let his typical transgressions pass and remained silent. When everything seemed like it was going to calm down again, Angel had to open his damn mouth.

"Y'know? I'm willing to fuck you if that takes away your bitterness. I mean, I don't expect it to wear off, but at least then I can brag that fucked you."

…

"So, are you going to tell me how you got into the world of prostitution?" Vaggie asked in personal therapy with Angel.

"Well, I needed to not starve, duh, and unfortunately all the stores near where I lived had already taken precautions so I couldn't steal from them…or get close."

"You know that stealing is a crime, right?"

"Not showing this great body to the world is also a crime and I don't see you bitching!" Angel swaggered over himself while posing over the couch. "I mean, yeah, I see you bitching. Everything I do is a crime for you." Angel spat out that last word tiredly.

Vaggie tapped the tip of her pen against her notebook hard and fought the urge to press her fingers against the pen. Their session fell into an awkward, but grateful silence. Vaggie 's sight fell on her blank page, unlike her mind.

"Where I come from there was always a lot of crime." Her voice did not denote any particular emotion. "If it wasn't me or someone in my family who was attacked, it was a friend or an acquaintance. Where I lived it was 50/50 if you didn't see someone again next week because they were murdered.

"What people never imagine is that your mother is the smuggler people tell you to be careful for."

Angel, who had been using his phone, froze for a few seconds and turned to look at Vaggie reluctantly.

If Vaggie noticed Angel's gaze on her, she didn't show it, as her one eye remained lost in an empty spot in the room.

"Eventually a robbery goes wrong, and they caught her and took action into their own hands. I remember how my father took me away from my house so that I wouldn't hear my mother's screams just a few blocks away."

"Your dad?"

"He was the opposite of my mother. Honest, kind, friendly."

"Sounds familiar."

Vaggie nodded absently. "Maybe that was the reason they were together…until they weren't."

"What happened I mean, her?"

She grimaced with reluctance. "A preview of what happens down here."

Silence fell upon the room, and Angel joined Vaggie in staring into blank space. Memories flashing in both of their eyes. An unspoken, shared pain.

"I guess your folks can really screw you over."

…

Vaggie knocked hard on a room door for the fourth time.

"Frank! It's time for the group therapy session! Get out now, everyone is waiting for you!"

"Fuck off!" A voice shouted from inside.

"Don't give me that shit! If you want to stay inside the hotel you will have to stick to the rules!"

"Why don't you get stick to my member?! You should!"

"Okay, that's it."

Vaggie opened the door and entered, in a few seconds she threw Frank out of the room and ended up rolling on the floor to the door of the opposite room. Vaggie came out pointing her spear at him and placed the tip on his neck.

"If I say come out you co-Aaahg-!" Frank pulled Vaggie's spear, making her lose balance for a second, and grabbed her by the neck. He took advantage of the grip to stand up and put Vaggie against the wall.

"No one tells me what to do, skank!"

"Hey!" A voice shouted next to them and before they could see who it was, Angel Dust stepped between the two, separating them. "No one calls my skank a skank!"

"And what the hell do you care what I do, bitch?/Angel, what the hell are you doing?"

"What do you think? I'm doing you a favor."

With his six arms, Angel Dust held Frank by his arms and legs, lifted him off the ground, between screams, profanities and a sudden cry for help, Angel took him inside his room and threw him out the window.

Then Angel came out calmly, wiping his hands and patting himself on the shoulder. His winning attitude faded as he saw a perplexed Vaggie with her hands in the air, as if she were grabbing something and squeezing it very hard.

"The. Fuck. You. Did?" She blurted out angrily.

"Don't worry, I just threw it into the garbage container, where he belongs, though I didn't see if he fell inside or not," He said without much importance. Vaggie 's gesture of wanting to crush something in her hands grew stronger. "Relax your crack, the height wasn't enough to kill him, although I wish it were." He said that last part quietly. "By the way you're welcome."

Vaggie was about to call him out on it, but stopped before the mouths came out of her mouth, as much as she hated to admit it, but for once, Angel was right.

Angel Dust was making progress.

Sometimes.

Once he found that Angel Dust discovered alcohol hidden in some tenants' rooms.

"Listen to me, you useless brainless dwarf, you can't drink alcohol outside the bar and especially at this hour, so take advantage of the empty space in your head you use to get your cheap drugs and remember the rules of the place, or what? Next you'll tell me is your parents are cousins?"

Vaggie had watched it all, she'd be lying if she said she was impressed.

"Wow," Vaggie said from behind Angel.

"What can I say? I'm fabulous, duh."

"And the alcohol? If they brought alcohol into the Hotel, we must keep it with Husk."

"Don't worry, I already took care of that," He said patting his stomach smiling.

…

This week for Vaggie had been a disastrous one, to say the least.

Husk and several tenants had taken to gambling by playing cards late at night, all generously sponsored by Alastor.

Charlie would have helped her, but recently she had had to focus on the hotel's public image, leaving Vaggie alone to deal with the internal problems.

Throughout the week, the amount of sleep Vaggie had been able to accumulate could be counted on her fingers and toes, and to make matters worse, when Vaggie had managed to convince Husk and company to quit on their illegal activities, Charlie thought it was a perfect opportunity to throw a party to celebrate everyone's progress.

During the party, Vaggie broke her no alcohol rule, all in an attempt to stay awake. A few hours was all she needed, but her mind struggling to be in like three places at once didn't help at all.

Between the music ringing in her ears and the flashing rainbow-colored lights and so on, dancing with Charlie sent Vaggie on an express trip into a world of nausea, forcing the moth demon to sit away from the action.

She didn't know how or when, but somewhere between her lack of lucidity Vaggie had joined Angel, Husk, and a group of tenants in a game of spin the bottle.

Vaggie could discern between their distant voices the explicit dares bordering on the lascivious, from spending seven minutes in paradise, to drinking shots of someone's bodies, Vaggie was so out of her mind that she couldn't care more than staying in one piece about her chair.

Just as the last of her strength was escaping through her breath, she could see how Angel turned the bottle in his turn, and ended up pointing it at her; Everything around him turned black and he fainted.

Coming back to herself and opening her eyes, Vaggie felt as if someone had stabbed a knife into her eye, but despite the pain, the first thing Vaggie 's routine mind did was recap everything that had happened the night before, to the point that she remembered with whom, where and how she had fallen asleep.

Vaggie's body rose from the couch like a spring and saw the-

Wait, she was on the couch?

Vaggie scanned her surroundings and sure enough, she was sitting on a couch near the main room where Charlie had organized the party.

To her surprise, instead of finding the place upside down, everything was immersed in an eerie and unusual silence, with nothing but her own company, and that of Angel lazily looking up from his phone. A mischievous smile appeared on Angel 's lips while Vaggie stopped seeing double.

"What-what happened?"

"Pff, relax, you just passed out. Have you never been to a rave? Do you really not remember what happened?" He asked in a mocking tone.

"I swear I will kill you if you or anyone draws on my face a di-"

Vaggie's anger stopped when a tremendous urge to vomit rose up her throat. She rushed to the nearest bathroom and vomited as soon as she knelt in front of the toilet.

Vaggie breathed heavily for a few minutes, then when she regained her strength she checked herself, discovering that those idiots-

They hadn't really done anything.

No drawings. No pranks. She actually found herself better than last time she saw herself in a mirror.

She opened her mouth to question Angel, but as soon as she did, she felt like vomiting again and once again she knelt in front of the toilet.

To her surprise, a hand gently rested on her shoulder, and she heard Angel talking to her.

"The quicker you get it out of your system, the better. Take it from me."

Vaggie reluctantly accepted his advice and the next few minutes were spent on nothing but vomit until she got better.

Meanwhile, Angel posted a photo of him with Vaggie sleeping on his fluffy chest on Voxtragram with the headline:

"Everybody loves me"