The eve of the Christmas party was finally upon them and Angel was beside himself with excitement. Not because he particularly liked the holiday. Or that he was suddenly struck with the giving spirit that Charlie was trying to force on them. No. It had been close to a month since the spider's last sensual encounter, whom was a certain dick hole pimp he rather not dwell on, and he was about to lose his mind. His toys felt cold and unsatisfying. Thoughts of the radio demon tormented him once more after that little excursion. Even though he knew that there was no expectations of physical intimacy, it had been such a fun day just hanging out. And he got a better view what it was like in the reclusive demon's life. Angel couldn't deny that Alastor's company filled him with an odd warmth. The thought of what that was frightened him. But even so, after what he witness on their non-date date, it made him feel bad about kinda sorta avoiding him the previous weeks.

Though now, it seemed the tables had turned. After the day at the mall, Angel rarely saw the deer prancing down the halls. He was otherwise previously engaged in hotel business or just straight up just disappeared. Was he being avoided now? Did Alastor somehow sense a shift in the spider's attitude towards him? Well fuck. Once more it served as a cold reminder about this dead end fantasy he was pursuing that was only heading him towards heartbreak. Ignoring the fact that there needs to be feelings that were to be broken. He was just pent up, Angel convinced himself. Just one good fuck was all he needed to forget. He was Angel Motherfucking Dust, number one whore of Hell. Tonight was the night he was going to get laid, even if it killed him.

Angel was biding his time, buttering up Husker during the weeks that lead up to this evening. The porn star was certain that he could have broken the kitty much earlier given enough booze and lube, but it would ruin the elaborate setup he had been planning. Go big or go home. After tireless preparation, the gears were finally set in motion. As everyone down stairs were setting up for the party, Angel was up in his room making last minute adjustments to his attire scrutinizing every last detail in his mirror. Tonight's fashion choice he decided to get into the holiday spirit, wearing a strapless red Santa Claus mini dress so short that one wrong move would spell disaster. But it wasn't only the bottom half was in danger, his tits were perkier than usual, almost being pushed up to his chin as the top of his dress was struggling to contain the overflow of fluff. The whole ensemble went perfectly with his usual thigh high black boots. Slipping a holly pin into his hair, Angel nods approvingly to himself. Sloppy Santa was ago.

Heading down the hall towards the main foyer, he could hear Charlie eagerly declare the start of the party. Perfect timing~

"Hoe hoe hoe, everyone~" Angel said in an almost sing-song voice, descending the stairs with a smirk. "Don't start the party without me."

Immediately his eyes snapped to his target, who was currently stationed behind the bar. Hm... how to play this? Angel thought to himself as he reached the ground floor. Well, he had all evening to play cat and mouse. He should mingle a bit first. Involuntarily his sight shifted on Alastor lounging his chair sipping peacefully on his wine. Fuck, it felt like forever since he's seen him... Lets go ruin that.

Sauntering over, Angel paused in front of the other demon bending over to meet his eyes, his bounty almost spilling over. "Hey there Rudolph. Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"