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In red ink you printed down you name. You hand the paper back to your new boss who looks it over with a glint in her eye.
“Well then John Aenon, glad to have you aboard the Happy Hotel. I’m Charlie and he is Angel Dust, our first sinner willing to stay with us!” Charlie gestured happily with jazz hands towards the alleged Angel. Who was currently gyrating their hips in the air as they sloppily made out with the lip of a bottle of red wine.
“He’s a work in progress.” Her optimism dies down a bit whilst watching her poster sinner suck a bottle of wine dry within a couple of seconds. You couldn’t tell if it was impressive or disturbing.
The elongated car suddenly came to an abrupt halt, a loud bang reverberated throughout the vehicle. A slurred voice spoke over some sort of built in intercom
“We’re here! I hit the sign a bit, sorry.” A very inebriated voice informed the crowded limo. Was your driver drunk this entire time?
Charlie opens the limo door which falls off its hinges, she ignores this and gestures with open arms towards your new place of employment.
“Welcome to the Happy Hotel John!” She holds a toothy grin whilst you simply look upon the large building, it’s something alright.
Somehow it looks both fancy and cobbled together all at once. There’s an actual ship jutting out of it for some reason.
With a thud the drunk driver fell to the ground along with the front car door. The sign of the hotel has been completely demolished as is the rich-mobile.
You can hear the scuttle of tiny feet as the recently recruited imps scurry out of the now crushed vehicle as does a semi-drunk gangster.
With the gang of freaks all together Charlie began to lead you towards the entrance, where a man bearing a shark-like, yellowed smile seemingly waited for the young gal.
He wore a stark red suit, and has matching red hair, well not red hair, but straight up crimson. And to top it off he had...cat ears? Well, there goes whatever intimidation he held. Red eyes quickly locked onto you, then onto the gang of imps.
“Productive night my dear?” The overly red man cooed at your boss.
A wide shit eating grin is plastered on his face. You try not to judge a stranger too harshly, but he’s hard to look at. Literally he’s all red, it hurts your eyes.
“Yeah! Alastor, I’d like you to meet John Aenon! Our new priest!”
Charlie puffs her chest out in pride at her declaration. The demons eyes shoot open at the mention of your profession his smile unchanging.
