As expected, Husk was in charge of distributing Beelzejuice for the party, and more importantly was also deliberately not distributing it under specific circumstances.

"Yeah, that's good," Blitzø said after downing his third glass. "Keep 'em coming!"

"Sorry, can't give you any more," Husk replied. "Queen's orders."

"Oh, this is some premium bullshit!" Blitzø yelled.

Moxxie rushed over and grabbed his boss' arm. "This is the princess' party, sir. Can you please try to behave for once?"

"Shut up, Mox, or I'll dock your pay."

Moxxie simply rolled his eyes. "You barely pay me enough as is. I think I'll manage."

After that, the two Imps walked away.

"That was uncomfortable to witness," said Husk once he was sure they were out of earshot.

"Definitely," Angel Dust says with a nod. "They're an assassin business or somethin', I dunno. I saw their commercial a couple of times at the studio. Travis went to 'em once when they had a discount."

"If they're smart, they'll keep their mouth shut about that," Husk remarked. "The last thing Charlie wants is Hell's overpopulation getting worse."

He went over and grabbed the empty glass in front of Belphegor, who was sleeping with a pillow on the bar counter

"Man," Angel said, "if I was still doin' serious drugs I'd be beggin' her for the good stuff you can't get up in Pride."

It was just then that Belphegor suddenly jolted awake. "Is someone talking about me…?"

But before anyone could respond, she fell right back asleep. As a matter of fact, this is Belphegor's 1,000,000,000,000,066,600,000,000,000,001st nap so far this year.

"Yeah, Belle's like that. I can't remember the last time I saw her awake for more than an hour."

It took Angel several seconds to register that it was Asmodeus who had spoken to him.

Asmodeus. The King of Lust. Speaking. To him.

"Hey…" Angel waved, while internally swearing at himself for such an awkward first impression.

Just then, Fizzarolli sprung over.

"It's alright, man," he said. Ozzie doesn't bite."

"Uh huh, sure," said Husk. "And that hickey's just a birthmark."

Fizz blushed and tried to cover his neck. "You know that's not what I meant."

"You know what?" said Angel. "Good on you for telling your shitty boss where to shove it. Just be glad he didn't literally own you. I'm stuck shackled to Val."

"Valentino?" Ozzie questioned. "Fucking hate that guy. His films take all the passion out of sex. Plus I heard he has a customized RoboFizz. Eugh…"

"Oh yeah, Kitty." Angel took a gulp of liquor. "But at the end of the day, I guess I ain't that different from a sexbot. Just stuck in a never-ending cycle of sexual exploitation…" Angel paused for a few seconds, and realizing this might be his one opportunity to free himself from his contract, he might as well shoot his shot. "And then one time Charlie followed me to the studio to try and negotiate but he licked Charlie's arm and said she should work for him."

Needless to say, this had the intended effect.

Needless to say, this had the intended effect. Instantly, Ozzie was covered with blue flames of fury. "WHAT!?" he yelled.

Just then, Lucifer materialized out of nowhere in full demon form. "Hey there, I couldn't help but overhear what you just said. Tell me all the details."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hotel, Mammon shoved a big package toward Charlie.

"Here's yer gift, ya little scamp. It's my newest product!"

Charlie unwrapped the tacky Mammon-branded wrapping paper to see the life-size doll replica of dead Adam! It had a cartoonish X in place of each eye and a little faux dagger sticking out of his back. Not to mention the accompanying packet of fake golden blood.

"Wow, Uncle M…" Charlie said uneasily. "It sure is… realistic…"

"Damn right," said Mammon, satisfied with himself. "By the way, that'll be $39.99."

"Wha— huh—" Charlie sputtered. "I shouldn't have to pay for my birthday gift! That's not how birthdays work!"

"No one gets anything from me for free!" Mammon yelled. "But ya are gettin' a 90% family discount. That's a limited one-time offer!"

"But you still owe me for adapting my song for Loo Loo Land, so let's call it even."

Mammon grumbled. "Alright, fine." He couldn't help but begrudgingly respect her business savviness. "Anyway, wait 'til ya see my awesome replacement for those worthless Fizzies. Behold!"

With a blast of smoke and dollar signs, prototypes for his Glitz & Glam bots appeared.

"Aren't they awesome? And of course ya gotta buy both! He leaned down to be eye level with Charlie. "You're gonna buy both once they're for sale, right?"

"Um…"

But they were soon interrupted by Niffty, transfixed by the sight of her greatest achievement, immortalized forever.

"Ooh… pretty!" She smeared some of the fake blood all over the doll.

"Niffty!" Charlie exclaimed, happy to move the conversation in a new direction. "What did you get me for my birthday?"

"I sewed you a new dress!"

Niffty grabbed a bag and handed it to Charlie, who happily inspected the dress as she pulled it out of the bag, though there was something unfamiliar about it she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Niffty, what material did you use to make this?" she asked.

"Bugs!" Niffty responded. "They were bad boys but I repurposed them."

Charlie sighed but still smiled. "Of course. I'll wear it soon, Niffty."

"Okay!" Niffty then tore off a little piece of Mammon's jester cloak. "It's another souvenir for my collection!" With that, she scurried away.

Mammon was quick to chase after her. "Oi! Give that back ya little cunt!"

"Never! Heeheeheeheehee!"

Charlie just facepalmed. (Again).

That long-ass number I used in the bit with Belphegor is called Belphegor's Prime. I discovered that randomly a couple of months ago and knew I had to utilize it here.

Also I got to quickly meet Erika Henningsen after her current show on Broadway and she's so nice! It was just like meeting Charlie irl