>>5489529Yet another grunt of regained consciousness sprouts from the pink being of fur and sex jokes. Both demons turn their head towards him as he gets up to his booted feet.
“Fuck, what did I drink? My heads killing me.” Angel Dust groaned. Charlie took her foot out of the vehicle knowing that any moment where Angel is awake will require her full attention.
“You got hit by a wrench.” Charlie answers honestly.
“Your a filthy liar and a skank for doing so.” Insect gangster insulted his boss casually.
For a moment you want to add your two cents, but if he doesn’t remember who hit him, it will likely make the ride smoother. Better to avoid conflict that just got resolved.
With that the three of you enter the limo, well you have to hunch over to fit in, but it’s mildly comfortable despite that.
Angel Dust looks at the imps taking residence in his seat, Charlie simply shoots him a begging glare.
Angel Dust sighs and walks to the far end of the limo, tapping the drivers window with a knuckle.
A bored owl with a small hat slowly rolled down the inner window separating the two sections.
“Take us to the damn hotel, I need a drink and a railing after today.” Angel Dust spoke without a hint of shame.
The indifferent driver shrugged and began to drive the white, teeth-laden chariot.
You take a seat, hunching over so you can fit. Charlie sits across from you impatiently tapping her leg with an exited grin. Looks you’ll be here for a bit until you see this hotel she hired you for.
Maybe you can ask some questions before you explain yourself.
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