βAngel, what happened last night?β
You woke up to a chipper βWakey wakey, toots!β and a pounding on the door that was somehow quieter than the one ringing between your ears. You dragged yourself out of the comfort of your bed to open the door, revealing Angel Dust in all of his provocative glory, and questioned him thusly.
βGood afternoon to ya, too.β Angel made himself comfortable in your suite, casually plopping down on the mattress and pulled out his phone to scroll through it.
ββ¦I slept through the morning?β
βJust about. Itβs ten minutes to 12. And everyone downstairs was worried about ya because of what happened last night, but I offered to check in on ya before anyone else could. Figured youβd want help to save face and all that.β
Well, thatβs not fucking ominous. βIβll ask again. What happened last night?β
Angel smacked his lips in deep thought, then said, βBefore I help ya fill in the blanks, what do YOU remember?β
Last nightβs get together was in last-minute fashion, a celebration of Lilith returning to the Hellish public. In true Morningstar spirit, both Charlie and Lucifer wanted to throw a random ass party due purely created by their shared excitement. With an excuse to get out of group exercises, everyone at the hotel agreed to the idea and helped with getting the party together, yourself included.
Meeting the Queen was something else.
The portraits in the halls do not do her beauty justice. She was majestic. Magnificent. Marvelous.
And you were too busy lost in your simping thoughts that you didnβt register Luciferβs introductions before he poked your cheek with a cheeky grin.
βHi! Itβs nice to meet you, Queen Lovely. LILI! I MEAN LILITH! QUEEN Lilith. I-β¦.hi,β you ended in a shy wave. Really smooth, Y/N.
Lilith displayed her shiny teeth in a grin that matched her husbandβs. βEventful to meet you, too, my dear.β
This has to be a special type of Hell. Standing between the fallen angel youβve both befriended and have been crushing on for some time now and his wife who looks and sounds too good to be real and there is not a damn thing you can do about it. You could see why they both fallen for each other, literally and figuratively.
If only you could be lucky enough to be sandwiched inbetween the twoβ¦
With a quick curtsy, you excused yourself to skedaddle towards the bar to wet your whistle, which has rapidly become dry in nervousness.
Had you walked a bit slower, you wouldβve caught Luciferβs words as you were leaving. βAinβt she a peach? She was just as nervous when she met me for the first time.β
Angel convinced Husk to take the night off from the bartending station to truly enjoy the party amongst the other guests. So a introverted, but diligent newcomer of the hotel took his position for the night.
Hopping onto a barstool, you requested a Virgin Tequila Sunrise to start off the long night. You didnβt want a repeat of what happened at the last karaoke night, when you made a drunken fool of yourself to your object of affection who luckily for you took it in all of good fun. So, you decided to lay off of alcoholic drinks for the time being until you could trust yourself again.
After the first hour of the party and requesting the same drink with the specific words of, βAnother one, please,β everything became a blur from those moments on.
You finished retelling your events to Angel, who was respectfully quiet through the whole spiel. He took a few seconds to think, his many eyes glancing back and forth from you and his phone, before saying, βGonna be honest. I think the bar chick messed up ya drink.β
βWhat I mean is, I donβt think she heard the word βvirginβ when you ordered it. I say this because what happened last night was a piece of history I know damn well you didnβt want repeated.β
It happen again, didnβt it?
He presented his phone to you. No, presented the video that was playing on his phone to you.
Sure enough, your βout-of-her-shellβ drunken self was plastered yet again, in all of her songful, chaotic fashion. Only this time, she wasnβt just serenading the King of Hell this time. She was giving equal rapt attention to the Queen of Hell herself.
Microphone in hand and no shame to be seen, Yesterday Y/N was essentially peacocking to the two royals. Hips swaying, top unbuttoned, body dropping low, your free hand either caressing yourself as you dance or fondling the two blushing blondes as you essentially gave them lap dances, all the while singing βFuckβ by Snow Wife.
At the very least, Lucifer and Lilith donβt seem appalled by the performance. The opposite, in fact. And that seems more terrifying to you. They seem impressed, by your audacity, your confidence, or your dancing skills is a mystery. And dare you say, entertained and hypnotized, if their smirks and intense gazes to your form were anything to go by. The king and queenβs faces were painted golden and red respectively, but you were certain they were flushed due to the apple martinis in their hands.
The constant shouting hoots and whistles from the other guests werenβt helping with your current embarrassment. Neither was Angelβs off the camera comment of βGet it, Y/N! Youβll be Hellβs Greatest Sugar Baby in no time!β
It took Angel Dust everything in his demonic body to not laugh at your current expression right now. A smart ass remark, on the other hand, is free game. βYou should drink more often. You give strippers I know a run for their money.β
You toss the phone back into Angelβs lap, already done with the day you woke up to. You curl into your crumpled blanket, cocooning yourself from head to toe in cotton and despair. βJust kill me now. Just lock me in here and let me rot to my (second) death.β
βNo can do, dollface!,β Angel enthusiastically proclaimed, standing up with a pair of his hands on his dainty hips. βFrom what Iβve seen, you have a very important appointment to get to! Or should I say a date~β He wiggled his eyebrows with that statement.
You popped your head out from the comforter, confused. βWhat do you mean? With who?β
βWith the short king and the first dommy mommy, of course! Out of everyone downstairs, they are the most eager to talk to ya. That was the warning, by the way.β
