The sleak black limousine rolled up infront of the building the neon signs reflected in it's windows. The driver of said vehicle hopped out of his seat and rushed to open the back passenger side. A red clad demon slinked out of the car, his smile manic and unmoving. His eyes glowed with distaste as he looked up at the building knowig full well what unseemly acts were being committed inside. The scarlet devil swallowed his pride and walked into the building.

The dancefloor is filled with other demons, their bodies brushing and grinding against eachother in time with the bass of the music; like debauched hormone driven beasts. Although that was for the best in Alastors opinion. They were thoroughly distracted and paid him no mind, which the radio demon appreciated. He had no desire to put more effort into this task than nessassary. Especially since he had promised the princess that he would try to make this a causality free extraction and if the package was feeling particularly cooperative tonight, it would be. Yet somehow Alastor doubted that but no-one could fault him for wishful thinking.

The radio demon glided amongst the shadows keeping himself close to the wall and relatively out of sight. wouldn't want to start a panic at the disco afterall. He scanned the area for any sign of his target and felt mildy miffed when he couldn't see even a hint of the other. He wasn't drawing unnecessary amounts of attention to himself within the croud or flirting with pityful fools who thought they actually had a shot with him for free drinks at the bar.

That only left one option for Alastor, the V.I.P rooms.

Alastor sent a weary glance to the back room doors sealed off by a red velvet rope and not much else. The radio demon took breath and made his way into the area swiftly, he closed the door behind him and was greeated by a narrow hallway with doors on each side. Some were open the demons within paying no mind to the fact and enjoying themselves, others were closed; obviously the more intimate sessions were taking place inside of those. Alastors ears perked up as he caught onto the sound of Angel's laugh. The red clad man hurried toward the room were the sound came from and cracked open the door to find a very doped out Angel and his current client, a burly dog like demon who had Angel perched upon his lap as he caressed and bit Angel's body.

"Come on Angel baby, come home with me." The man purred out his voice gravely and deep. A visible shiver ran up Angel's spine.

An unpleasant feeling formed in Alastor's stomach. A twisted ugly feeling, a disgusting putrid green feeling that made him want to rip hinself apart to find the source and throw it as far as he could. Alastor felt his body move on it's own as he enterd the room and creeped up behind the two, with a flick of his wrist and a sickening crack the mutt cease his fondling of Angel's form and ceased to be altogether. Angel looked up at Alastor, his face contoured not in fear but annoyance.

"You coulda' waited ya turn Al."Angel huffed while one of his hands slid into the corpses pocket and fished out a wallet. the spider slid off the dogs lap and started to count the remaining bills in the wallet.

"So let me guess, Charlie suckered ya into snachin' me up outta whateva' gutter ya happened to find me in and somehow talked ya into bein' my babysitter for the night."Angel interrogated.

"Right you are Angel" Alastor affirmed as he moved around the sofa, pushing the corpse off so that he could sit down. Angel glaced over to him and pocketed his payment.

"Well I hope ya have a plan ta sneak us outta here 'cus incase ya didn't notice neither of us are just everyday Joe's in a crowd."Angel pointed out. Alastor felt realization hit him like a truck upon hearing Angel's words, his mind started to run a mile a minute as he attemted to formulate a proper escape plan. Angel watched with mild amusement and a slight amount of pity. He was tempted to throw the radio demon a bone but he wasn't about to forgive Alastor for killing his client before they got to the good part.
Not that he really cared but it was a good enough reason to let the other squirm for a bit.

Alastor felt an unplesant burn in the side of his head and turned to see Angel Dust reclined over the back of the sofa looking all too pleased with himself. Static started to fill the silence between them as Alastor's agitation grew.

"And I don't suppose you have any genius plan to get us out of this do you?"Alastor growled out to the porn star, who yet again to Alastor's suprise. seemed unaffected by one of the most dangerous beings in hell directing his fury upon him.

"Eh, let me sober up a bit and I'll see what I can do."Angel stated as he let his head lull back halfhazardly. The two sat in silence for a few more minutes befor angel sighed and lifted himself off the sofa, Alastor following suit. Angel plucked his purse and a black fedora from the table in the center of the room.

"Alright Bambie, give me ya jacket and put this on." Angel ordered tossing Alastor the hat. Alastor stared at Angel incredulously, Angel stared back expectantly. With a sigh of defeat, Alastor slid off his tailcoat and handed it to the spider who wrapped it around his shoulders in a attemt of false modesty. Alastor placed the fedora upon his head his antlers hidden beneath it. Angel hooked his arms with Alastor's and led them out of the room and toward the emergency exit. The two pushed through the door and walked out into the ally behind the club. Alastor noticed more uncouth rabble within the alleyway and pulled his arm out of Angels grip to wrap it around the pornstars waist and pull him closer as they rushed out of the alley and toward limo. Which sat idle not too far but not too close to the club either. Alastor walked up to the back door and opened it for Angel in a dramatic gesture of chivalry. Angel rolled his eyes and slid into the vehicle Alastor followed behind and with that the limo made it's way back to the hotel.

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The next morning the two sat in the communal living room Alastor reading on the couch and Angel on the floor infront of the television painting his nails and watching shitty gossip news. The spider perked up upon hearing his name.

"In recent news A-list celebrity Angel Dust was seen in a shadier part of the pentegram last night-not that that's anything new- the real kicker isn't where he was my darlings, it's who he was with. The adult film star was seen last night with a unfamiliar face. Our sources provided us with several photographs of the two leaving together" a photo of Angel pressed close to Alastors side as the two left the club popped up on the screen, followed by another photo of the two getting into the limo, and another of Angel with his arms locked with Alastor's." Angel appears to be wearing the other demons jacket and driving off with the man. He seemed all too comfortable with being close and joking with the man. Who is this tall dark and handsome gentleman? Why has Angel chosen him? Does this mean hells biggest hearthrob is officially off the market? If so for how lon-" Angel turned off the television.

Alastor opened his mouth to speak only to be interrupted by Angel.

"Say somethin' snarky and you're getting a sex change."Angel threatened, Alastor grinned.

"I mean it wouldn't hurt for you to finally settle down stop being such a Jezebel, you might even earn the respect of your father."Alastor teased.

Angel scoffed" I wouldn't count on it if i was you, now how 'bout you go explain to Charlie how ya threw a tantrum and killed a guy 'cus you were jealous."

"I Was Not Jealous!"Alastor claimed loudly.

Angel waved Alastor off carelessly.
"Yeah, sure keep tellin yourself that sweetie."