Just like he'd done when he'd been drunk, Angel had misinterpreted his rejection as a permanent thing. Perhaps it was for the best that Alastor was going to step away from the hotel for a while. Maybe at least one of them could achieve some clarity.
Alastor reached out and up to place his hand on Angel's shoulder.
"No, Angel. You should get some rest before you do anything else."
Unlike when their positions were reversed, Alastor had the power to enforce such a suggestion. He reached out with his magic, spelling the spider to sleep for at least six hours to get some proper sleep. He was in the perfect position to catch Angel should he simply collapse and then move him to the bed.
Alastor was mentally and emotionally exhausted from tonight. Perhaps Angel was much the same.
The room kept spinning around him as he tried to collect himself leaning on the doorway. He wanted not to be in this room anymore, he wanted to get out. Just breath, get your shit together Angel. Angel flinched at the sudden hand on his shoulder and he instantly tried to shrug it off.
"I'm fine Smiles. I don't.. need... your pi-" Angel's speech slurred being struck with the uncontrollable urge to sleep.
It was nearly impossible to keep his eyes open and he body felt like lead. For a second Angel resisted, swaying in place before his legs buckled and felt back into the waiting deer. As his body crumpled into the radio demon's arms, the porn star's dress finally lost the fight against his chest fluff. The top hem popped askew as something familiarly pink peeked out from under the tiny red dress. It was the corset Alastor had picked out from the lingerie shop. He had worn that over the strappy black bralette he said he was going to wear this evening. Well... that would explain why his tits looked extra perky tonight.
Alastor's ears shot up in surprise. He blushed and averted his eyes as best he could as he adjusted his grip to carry Angel in his arms. Honestly, compared to the dead weight of a corpse, Angel weighed nothing at all.
He glanced at the corset again and gave a sigh. "Oh, Angel. You shouldn't have taken my advice. Corsets aren't to Husker's taste."
Given how he'd come on to Alastor, it was possible Angel had wanted to spend the night with him instead of Husk, but Alastor knew that wouldn't be possible. Not even if the man had been sober. It would've been too much too soon assuming anything happened at all.
Probably nothing would've happened. Let's be realistic.
His shadow pulled back the blankets so Alastor could properly tuck in Angel. He looked down at the sleeping form and snapped his fingers, teleporting back downstairs even as he removed the corset, doused the lights, and left fresh food and water for Fat Nuggets.
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As Alastor appeared next to the front door, Husk raised a brow at him from his place in the doorframe leading to the lounge.
"Ah, Husker! Just so you know, Angel passed out and will have to pay his tab at a later date!"
Husk's brow only arched a little higher. "You knocked him out, didn't you?"
"Given the circumstances, I felt it was prudent, yes."
The cat waited but Alastor didn't elaborate. Instead he sighed as the Radio Demon proclaimed, "Well then, I'll be off! If I don't see any of you all before the Cleanse, I hope to see you after!"
Charlie gave an awkward smile. "Are you sure, Al? You know you can stay."
Alastor chuckled. "Thank you, my dear, but I'll be back before you start to miss me! Adieu, everyone!"
With that, the Radio Demon swept out of the front door and into the darkness.
Husk sighed and straightened up, looking to Niffty. "All right, Niffty. Let's see what he left behind this year."
Charlie blinked. "Wait, what?"
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Alastor teleported directly into the parlor he'd built into the radio tower on the edge of the pentagram, collapsing back into his worn, overstuffed chair. He closed his eyes for a moment as his magic ignited the fireplace he'd added to the former performers' lounge.
His shadow swept in front of him, its smile distressed as he allowed his own smiling mask to shatter. A snap of his fingers, and he was out of his typical "Radio Demon" attire, now clothed in simple pajamas, house robe, and slippers. He poured himself a generous glass of cognac from the bottle that appeared beside him.
"Make sure nobody comes," Alastor told his shadow.
The shadow nodded and disappeared, leaving Alastor to the first of many drinks to come.
Morning came far too soon for the spider's liking as his body returned back to the land of the damned. Oh Lucifer's balls, his head was throbbing. He could literally feel the beating of his heart pounding through his temples. It felt like someone was sitting on his face and not in the sexy kinky way. Okay, so those shots were a bad idea. And boozing up his hot cocoa might have been overkill. Fuck you past him.
Angel sore body stirred under the covers. Wait. The spider bolted up as post booze clarity struck him. Someone tucked him in and... as the covers fell away he found his corset was gone. Alastor...
The blurred memories of the event that transpired in his room came rushing back. What the fuck was he thinking? Clearly he wasn't. Oh fuck! Husker... Passed up an easy lay for this headache. The heart wants what the heart wants. Shut your whore mouth heart! Swearing under his breath, Angel ran his hands through his hair. The only relief he had was knowing the deer in question was long gone... could give him time to think about what to do next.
Sitting in the darkness, Angel lingered in bed until he decided he should go to the kitchen to fetch some water. His tongue felt uncomfortably dry. Giving himself a silent peep talk to motivate him out from under the covers. He threw his usual clothes so he didn't look like absolute dog shit, just regular shit. Still looked like he was doing the walk of shame out of his own room as he descended the stairs.
He flinched seeing the feline bartender done at the bar. Can't catch a break. Well, Angel tried to play it off cool. "Take it that Al is gone?"
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Alastor reached out and up to place his hand on Angel's shoulder.
"No, Angel. You should get some rest before you do anything else."
Unlike when their positions were reversed, Alastor had the power to enforce such a suggestion. He reached out with his magic, spelling the spider to sleep for at least six hours to get some proper sleep. He was in the perfect position to catch Angel should he simply collapse and then move him to the bed.
Alastor was mentally and emotionally exhausted from tonight. Perhaps Angel was much the same.
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"I'm fine Smiles. I don't.. need... your pi-" Angel's speech slurred being struck with the uncontrollable urge to sleep.
It was nearly impossible to keep his eyes open and he body felt like lead. For a second Angel resisted, swaying in place before his legs buckled and felt back into the waiting deer. As his body crumpled into the radio demon's arms, the porn star's dress finally lost the fight against his chest fluff. The top hem popped askew as something familiarly pink peeked out from under the tiny red dress. It was the corset Alastor had picked out from the lingerie shop. He had worn that over the strappy black bralette he said he was going to wear this evening. Well... that would explain why his tits looked extra perky tonight.
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He glanced at the corset again and gave a sigh. "Oh, Angel. You shouldn't have taken my advice. Corsets aren't to Husker's taste."
Given how he'd come on to Alastor, it was possible Angel had wanted to spend the night with him instead of Husk, but Alastor knew that wouldn't be possible. Not even if the man had been sober. It would've been too much too soon assuming anything happened at all.
Probably nothing would've happened. Let's be realistic.
His shadow pulled back the blankets so Alastor could properly tuck in Angel. He looked down at the sleeping form and snapped his fingers, teleporting back downstairs even as he removed the corset, doused the lights, and left fresh food and water for Fat Nuggets.
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As Alastor appeared next to the front door, Husk raised a brow at him from his place in the doorframe leading to the lounge.
"Ah, Husker! Just so you know, Angel passed out and will have to pay his tab at a later date!"
Husk's brow only arched a little higher. "You knocked him out, didn't you?"
"Given the circumstances, I felt it was prudent, yes."
The cat waited but Alastor didn't elaborate. Instead he sighed as the Radio Demon proclaimed, "Well then, I'll be off! If I don't see any of you all before the Cleanse, I hope to see you after!"
Charlie gave an awkward smile. "Are you sure, Al? You know you can stay."
Alastor chuckled. "Thank you, my dear, but I'll be back before you start to miss me! Adieu, everyone!"
With that, the Radio Demon swept out of the front door and into the darkness.
Husk sighed and straightened up, looking to Niffty. "All right, Niffty. Let's see what he left behind this year."
Charlie blinked. "Wait, what?"
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Alastor teleported directly into the parlor he'd built into the radio tower on the edge of the pentagram, collapsing back into his worn, overstuffed chair. He closed his eyes for a moment as his magic ignited the fireplace he'd added to the former performers' lounge.
His shadow swept in front of him, its smile distressed as he allowed his own smiling mask to shatter. A snap of his fingers, and he was out of his typical "Radio Demon" attire, now clothed in simple pajamas, house robe, and slippers. He poured himself a generous glass of cognac from the bottle that appeared beside him.
"Make sure nobody comes," Alastor told his shadow.
The shadow nodded and disappeared, leaving Alastor to the first of many drinks to come.
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Angel sore body stirred under the covers. Wait. The spider bolted up as post booze clarity struck him. Someone tucked him in and... as the covers fell away he found his corset was gone. Alastor...
The blurred memories of the event that transpired in his room came rushing back. What the fuck was he thinking? Clearly he wasn't. Oh fuck! Husker... Passed up an easy lay for this headache.
The heart wants what the heart wants. Shut your whore mouth heart!Swearing under his breath, Angel ran his hands through his hair. The only relief he had was knowing the deer in question was long gone... could give him time to think about what to do next.Sitting in the darkness, Angel lingered in bed until he decided he should go to the kitchen to fetch some water. His tongue felt uncomfortably dry. Giving himself a silent peep talk to motivate him out from under the covers. He threw his usual clothes so he didn't look like absolute dog shit, just regular shit. Still looked like he was doing the walk of shame out of his own room as he descended the stairs.
He flinched seeing the feline bartender done at the bar. Can't catch a break. Well, Angel tried to play it off cool. "Take it that Al is gone?"
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